Mother and Son – Poem #98

For Michael Carmine who might have been 43 on Tuesday and his mom, JoAnn Marie-Louise, gone 14 years on Thursday.

She sits beneath a massive oak
in the Garden of Noble Women
Garden of the Promise
for those who have borne the burden
yet never heard the word.

He never walked.
He never fed himself
He never saw the light
or heard a sound.
He never said the Word.

And when he died she buried him amidst her tears
in the Lands of the Lord Calvert
on the road to Padonia.
Now she sits in the quiet of a Summer’s day
waiting for the Promise to be fulfilled.

On the horizon
a kite and a little boy
running o’er the meadow
sun lit mop top hair
dancing in the breeze

part running, part falling toward her
little fingers of his left hand
leading the way
reaching for her
running like little boys run flying a kite.

And as she rises
joyfully
on young legs
she moves toward him and sees the face of God
the same face, now perfect in His image.

And from his laughing face she hears the Word
the Word God promised
to those who bore the burden
yet never heard the Word.

“Mommy! Mommy!!”

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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10 Responses to Mother and Son – Poem #98

  1. jfwknifton says:

    Very moving, an excellent poem.

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  2. I sit here with tears in my eyes as I type this. How you can make it through this week without needing a shoulder to cry on, I’ll never know. You are stronger than I am and that is for sure!

    Take care Toritto!

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    • toritto says:

      Shelby – I have two daughters who call me everyday. I have family close by who all joined me here for Easter. I am invited to every holiday and birthday celebration. I have a comfortable home and a steady income. My health is holding up as I passed 75.

      I had land still have ove in my life, good parents and a career that made me a comfortable living.

      I had my tragedies. My wife and I buried two children before I buried her. Fourteen years have come and gone since her passing 33 years since Michael’s. EVERYONE has sorrow in their life. Sorrow or no, the procession of the living goes on.

      Today I am a contented man who wants for nothing.

      Best regards and thanks from Florida.

      Frank

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      • I’m sorry toritto! I did not mean to imply that you had no one, I’m having a time with something similar and it just took over. I need to take a step back before commenting because your poem reminded me of my sister who passed away 5 years ago coming on this May 6th. And it is my mother’s birthday today and she refuses to pick up the phone because she is mad at me for leaving town. You would think that with one daughter, the baby, already dead, that mother would at least pick up the phone so that I could wish her a “Happy Birthday!” But nothing doing. I need to realize that not all families are like mine. And you have indeed, shown here on multiple occasions, that your family is not like mine, not in the least.

        Again, my apologies, Toritto.

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  3. toritto says:

    Shelby – NO NEED TO APOLIGIZE! I simply wanted to let you know that I am ok. I took your comment as concern for me and I wanted you to know that I appreciate your concern and that I am fine. I am sincerely sorry for your current difficulties.

    Best Regards

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  4. Like Shelby, that brought a tear to my eye. A very powerful poem.

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  5. beetleypete says:

    Your family poems and tributes are always moving and evocative, but this one left me really feeling drained. You do them great service with your unbridled emotion and loving memories. You really do.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Jennie says:

    Beautiful, Frank. Very moving, lump in my throat.

    Liked by 1 person

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