I wrote this on my mom's first birthday after she died. I lost her December 14, 2013, when I was just 21. Published in Dead Snakes Poetry. http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/07/brittany-zedalis-two-poems.html


Today, as the clock strikes twelve,
I am thrust through starlight and nebulas
back to an era long since past,
where freedom rang from the sky above
and your voice was the very foundation beneath my feet,
your long, slim fingers grasped my hands,
lifting me from perdition into light,
again I am swept away into memory,
as once again you lifted me up,
instead in this moment it was to cheers
and tears fell down your cheeks in pride,
violently I am ripped from peace, I remember,
the consistent clicking of machines and staff scurrying by,
anxious, waiting, pacing,
then relief so brief filled my heart as yours continued on,
but in finality, I stumble into the darkness,
your heartbeat beating on so slowly
that I felt mine would stop if a moment of silence passed,
and suddenly I am choking, I am pleading for air and life
while reaching for those long, slim fingers that once lifted me up,
I crash, and I am fallen.

Poetry by BrittanyZedalis
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Written on 2018-01-30 at 01:46

Tags Death  Love  Mom 

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You write with evident care, and a keenly alert sensibility. The poem conveys its intense emotion without forgetting the duty of the poet: there is objectivity as well as subjectivity. It leaves me very eager to read more of your work!

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Very deftly composed. The loss of a treasured parent is wrenching. You've conveyed that superbly. Bravo!

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful writing.