Poetry: The sadness of her death was met with great love

Johns mother looks out of her window in her house.
@innertalks (21087)
Australia
June 17, 2021 8:27pm CST
John's old mother had died today. John was ready for it, but still surprised. She had been given one month to live. She died on John's birthday, with him besides. She had hung on for a month, or two. John was 50 years of age that day. Her love for him had kept her alive. She greeted him with a birthday smile, then died. John was devastated of course, his mind askew. He was unmarried, and he lived with his mum. Now, she was gone, he had lost a dear friend. His birthday was really her deathday now too. Love lives in life, and it lives within death too. Love controls both you see, and acts true for God. Death lingers long in our memory, it's really so true, but let it go, and hold onto the love of her in your heart. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Picture: John's mother looks out of her window in her house.
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@Nakitakona (56302)
• Philippines
19 Jun 21
That's life and that's reality.
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@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
20 Jun 21
Yes, we can bathe in both the rain, and the sunshine, of life though. Life is a mix of love, sadness, and other emotions too.
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@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
20 Jun 21
@Nakitakona Yes, that's why we need to stop, and look at it more simply at times too. Looking at nature, helps us to do that.
@Nakitakona (56302)
• Philippines
20 Jun 21
@innertalks life is complexity of complex.
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@DocAndersen (54407)
• United States
19 Jun 21
life is what we do between our birthday's. this is powerful, well done!
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@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
21 Jun 21
@DocAndersen Consciousness sits around love as a field in which love's truths can be known through, or reflected from, and so known from in a way too, but the collective unconscious is a wormhole, existing past this field of consciousness, spouting from itself the field of consciousness, and where all information, knowledge, and truth is housed, so to speak. The roots of consciousness are rooted within the collective unconscious. Consciousness needs a vehicle to perform through, whereas the collective unconsciousness just needs God, to keep it activated, for us to dip into too.
@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
22 Jun 21
@DocAndersen When consciousness sleeps/slips away from us, are we then dipped deeper into the collective consciousness, and so we can then root up a few unexpected answers from there then too?
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@DocAndersen (54407)
• United States
22 Jun 21
@innertalks i do often wonder, when we have a great problem and sleep on it, the solution appears. The separation of awake and asleep always makes me wonder, if the asleep version of us is actually connected beyond us.
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@kareng (55269)
• United States
18 Jun 21
Sad day for John. Nice poem.
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@kareng (55269)
• United States
19 Jun 21
@innertalks My deepest sympathies.
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@kareng (55269)
• United States
19 Jun 21
@innertalks Nice tribute!
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@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
20 Jun 21
@kareng Thanks.
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@just4him (307544)
• Green Bay, Wisconsin
18 Jun 21
A sad day for John.
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@just4him (307544)
• Green Bay, Wisconsin
19 Jun 21
@innertalks Most of us. I didn't shed any tears when my parents passed.
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@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
19 Jun 21
@just4him Me, either with my father, but I did with my mother......
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@Shiva49 (26231)
• Singapore
18 Jun 21
My mother too is no more for just over a year now. She held on until I arrived from another country where I was based. She was so happy to see me and so was I. It looked like she was holding on for me to be with her and I spent two months with her that gave me fulfillment. I knew she was slipping away during the last 24 of of her life but I kept talking to her as hearing is the last of senses to sign off, and holding her hand. Like John here, I hold her dear in my heart as also my father and those who were close to me in one way or another. I can still feel their presence as if they are still alive. Their love will live on forever in those they touched.
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@innertalks (21087)
• Australia
18 Jun 21
Yes, you made a big sacrifice, as you are stuck there now in India, but most of us would have done that, I guess too. I feel my mum around still too at times, and I dream of her at night as well. Perhaps, love is the best last feeling to be felt too, and your Mum felt that from you too.
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@Shiva49 (26231)
• Singapore
18 Jun 21
@innertalks There is no greater satisfaction than doing what is right under the circumstances. I have seen a few hiding under excuses as also others who go very much out of the way to reach out to those in need. I think every crisis finds a hero, sort of a knight in shining armor.
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@Shiva49 (26231)
• Singapore
18 Jun 21
@innertalks I can understand your feelings but things are out of control now. I had returned to Singapore end of January last year planning to return just before my brother was scheduled to fly to the US to be with his daughter. I thought this pandemic will just fizzle out but my bothers implored me to return asap and I did on 29 Feb 2020. Things were being tightened by then. I had always taken a view I should adjust to any circumstances rather than cling to one place only. J Krishnamurti said; "Dying every day to everything that we know is to love. Otherwise, one cannot love. Love is not something to be cultivated. Like humility, the moment you cultivate it, it is a cloak of vanity. Only when you die to every experience you have had, are you living. Living is a new, innocent movement, every minute of the day fresh. To die to the past is to live totally in altogether a different dimension."
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