Kaddish
Mother of my birth, for how
long were we together
in your love and my adoration of your self?
For the
shadow of a moment as I breathed your pain
and you breathed my suffering, as
we knew
of shadows in lit rooms that would swallow the light.
Your face beneath the oxygen
tent was alive
but your eyes were closed. Your breathing was
hoarse
but your sleep was with death. I was alone with you
as it was
when I was young but only alone now
and now with you. I was to be alone
forever
as I was learning, watching you become alone.
Earth is your mother as you
were mine, my earth,
my sustenance, my comfort and my strength
and now
without you I turn to your mother
and seek from her that I may meet you
again
in rock and stone: whisper to the stone,
I love you; whisper to the
rock, I found you;
whisper to earth, Mother, I have found my mother
and I
am safe and always have been.
~ David Ignatow
~
(New and Collected Poems
1970-1985)
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