past passed – Poem for Mom
My mother would have been 84 yesterday. One of the ways I have always coped with tragedy is to write or create art. When my mom died, I wrote this poem for her in an effort to express my grief and sorrow. To this day, re-reading it brings everything back about losing her, centered around my flight back to Phoenix from her funeral “viewing” in Kansas City.
Have you tried writing about your most difficult life events–the ones that don’t seem to resolve?
Research supports creative writing as a positive and beneficial way to deal with life. This study from 1998 showed marked improvement in prison populations due to the implementation of a creative writing program.
full silos and cultivated fields
depart land of green and fluffy trees
whose roots grow deep and tangled up together
while wings fly back to blazing desert
sun burning shallow and relentless
and rootless reluctant cacti stand apart
spines and barbs sharp
stuck with memories
of home and mother lost
buried under brown mounds
shapeless dry and worn
For my mother