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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

The Magic That Was You

I inhale the peaches,
red and orange color.
Peaches so perfect,
as if they escaped a Renoir painting.
I seek a bruised one
and I delight that it's flawed.
I wait with anticpation
to slice into it.
I remember you,
gently holding a knife
and cutting into it.
A smile would appear
in the corners of your mouth,
when you tasted the sweetness.
I take a peach to my lips,
the taste almost intoxicating.
I wish I could share it with you mom,
the way we shared so much.
I carried slices of pain,
between mother and daughter.
I held bitterness to unkind words,
unimportant and trivial,
now that you're gone.
I have not forgotten,
the magic that you carried.
Love you scattered.
Your arms that like a blanket,
covered us and kept us warm.
The love that made walls into
a home.
I wish you knew
that I miss you everyday
since you left.
When you visit me in my dreams,
I attempt to remember
fragments of you.
I remain longing for you,
for words I did not say,
those last few days.
You tried to speak
but I could not understand,
your tongue swollen,
your eyes desperate to reach me.
I hid the tears but
you saw the pain in my eyes.
Mom, as I inhale this peach,
as I soak into this life,
I remember.
The longing lingers,
the pain remains
and I wish you were here.



August 26th is three years since my mom passed away. I miss her every day.
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110 comments:

  1. A beautiful tribute to your Mom ~ The peach is a sweet memory as Renoir painting ~ Moving and heartfelt ~

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    1. Thank you, Grace.I appreciate it.

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  2. bittersweet verse....love peaches and can def see memory cropping up eating one...the slices of pain, we def have those imperfect as we are...as the peaches but still....soak up that life...

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    1. Thank you Brian. The slices of pain ..you def got it. I never realized that I would be so destroyed when she goes.

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  3. Ayala, tears escape as I read this heartfelt tribute for your Mom. Ironically, just yesterday while making lunch, I said to my husband..." Every time I make a toasted tomato sandwich, I feel my Mom's presence. These little treasures evoke sweet memories that time cannot ever erase. Simply beautiful ((((Hugs))))

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    1. I am sorry about your mom and you are right these little treasures evoke sweet memories that time cannot erase. Xoxo

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  4. A very lovely sad poem - so wonderful the comparison with the peach, bruises and all, and so much sweetness. k.

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  5. Memory and emotion mixed as one, sure she appreciates as she looks down like the sun.

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  6. This poem touches me deeply. How hard it is to watch one's mother as she takes that journey from life to death. So hard when a mother cannot speak, when there are things that can no longer be said. And later, how hard to try to remember all the things we want to remember. Good to hear she visits you in your dreams though. That must be just a little bit comforting.

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    1. Thank you, Mary. It was so painful to watch her suffer and to watch her take her last breath. When I dream of her or my dad I try to remember all the details and I m so happy that I see them.

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  7. Such a moving poem...this touched my heart...*hugs* xx

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  8. some of these thoughts sound familiar...i lost my dad when i was 17 and i wish i had told him more of the things that were in my heart those last days..

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    1. I am sorry Claudia. So sad to love your dad o young .

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  9. Bittersweet, but such a wonderful tribute to one who was so well-loved...

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  10. Oh, such wonderful love for your mom in this poem, and that never fades. Glad you shared this today.

    http://susandanielseden.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/my-dead/

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  11. All I can say is, she knows. It isn't the same as having them with us at all but, her love for you is still right there in your heart and will never leave. I don't think we ever get over losing our mothers. Mine died in 1989 just 2 days before her 56th birthday. He passing so unexpectedly, changed me.
    Very poignant read.

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    1. I am sorry Bren. It does change us. They will always be in our hearts. It comforts me to think that they are always watching us. Hugs.

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  12. It's strange what little thing evokes the past and present of a person. For me it's Irish stew

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    1. Yes, John it is strange isn't it ? I wonder what my children will remember me by ?

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  13. The peaches are such a perfect symbol here, of love, fragrance, sweetness, sharing, from the adult to the child and the child completing the circle back again. Sad, but beautiful, too, ayala.

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    1. Thank you, Joy. I appreciate your thoughts.

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  14. How sad. You did such an amazing job here with the fruit metaphors and feelings of sadness and longing. Beautiful poem.

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    1. Thank you, Stephen. I appreciate it.

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  15. I can taste the peaches, see your mom, and see my own mother, missing her comforts, her soothing sweetness, and even the occasional harshness...daughters and mothers...probably the closest relationship. One that makes us what we are...not to be denied. A beautiful tribute to your mom, A! Thank you for sharing and reminding me of mine.

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    1. Thank you, Jackie. I'm glad this resonated with you. Xx

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  16. You capture the bittersweet emotions so well. Beautiful piece in remembrance of your mum.

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  17. What a gorgeous write--you made me cry--and think about my mother

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    1. Thank you, Audrey. Moms so precious.

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  18. Gives me a chill. After my dad died I kept an orange in the fruit bowl to watch it decompose. It looks like a hardened fossil now.

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  19. A heartfelt and touching write. Your deep feelings definitely shine here. Tenderly sweet, just like those peaches.

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  20. I'm sorry about the loss of your mom. What a sweet tribute you wrote here. I like the image of a blemished peach.

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  21. truly lovely and full of the special that is our mother....wonderful write my friend, send all my love and peace ~ Rose

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    1. Thank you, Rose. Love and peace to you.

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  22. The peach is such a sweet and special connection to the memories you carry. What another wonderful tribute to family.

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    1. Thank you, Steve. I appreciate it.

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  23. I'm so sorry. It's also been three years since my stepfather died and the pain still remains. A gorgeous tribute to who sounds like a wonderful woman.

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    1. Thank you and I am sorry about your loss. Xx

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  24. You have spoken for my heart as well. 3 years. . . me too.

    Thank You for the courage of your honest sharing

    Aloha from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral
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    1. Thank you, Cloudia. I am sorry about your loss.

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  25. My Dad's is coming up too; two years gone just a couple weeks from now. For us it was salami and cheddar that he would carve with his Swiss Army knife. I like that you looked for the bruised peach.

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    1. Salami and cheddar sounds good . Sorry about your loss. Hard to go through....

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  26. I am so sorry for your loss... I simply can't imagine how it feels to lose a parent.I am afraid though that I might find out soon enough since my dad is not well.

    She's with you everyday... in everything you do. She knows of your love and sorrow and wouldn't want you to feel guilt.

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    1. I hope your dad recovers and that you don't have to go through this for a long time.

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  27. "I inhale the peaches" ... What a beautiful opening line. This was a painful piece to read; my mother is aging quickly, and it's hard to think about the fact that I'm losing her day by day.

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    1. I am so sorry... So hard to go through it and watch the changes . I wish you strength .

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  28. I so wish this had a love button. So difficult when people leave you. Lovely read xx

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  29. Your mother was very lovely, as are your poignant words of remembrance...

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  30. What a heartfelt piece, Ayala. I'm sure that she knows how much she was admired. You really captured the essence of comfort with these lines, "the magic that you carried. Love you scattered.Your arms that like a blanket,covered us and kept us warm."

    I feel so fond of your mother and peaches, too. Hope you have a wonderful day. :)

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    1. Thank you, Archna. I appreciate your kindness. Best wishes.

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  31. Oh, such a beautiful poem! I love peaches, especially the bruised ones :-)

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  32. So very sorry for your loss, Ayala. You're fortunate that you have warm and happy memories of your mother. Your pain is felt very strongly in your missing her...you put it beautifully through the connection with the peach...flaws and all. I'm sure she wanted to comfort you as you did her in those last moments together.

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    1. Thank you...I have many memories...I am blessed. I am sure she wanted to comfort me....

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  33. It's those little memories that mean so much, the things that allow us to carry them with us forever. This is incredibly touching an beautiful.... I'm so glad you have these memories with you.....

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    1. Thank you, John. The little things become the big things.

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  34. Moms are special! They are always there when you need them. We miss them dearly when they are gone. We would feel more for them than for others. Great tribute for her, ayala!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you, Hank. Moms are special.

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  35. This touched my heart! Lovely tribute, Ayala.

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  36. this is just lovely, Ayala. my heart goes out to you. my mother passed a little over 3 years ago as well, and it is a loss that never fully goes away. you've captured that well here.

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    1. Thank you, Joanna. Sorry about your mom...it is a loss that never goes away. I lost my dad four years ago and my mom three years ago...it changed me forever.

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  37. Ayla this beautiful, I love the bruised peach,nothing is perfect but yet still sweet. You certainly worked the tears up with this beautifully sad tale. Lovely!

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  38. Ayala ... this could be the most beautiful thing I have read in avery long time. It is amazing. Oh, ,love your doggie who greets all at the top of the page.

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    1. Thank you so much...my doggie thanks you too. :)

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  39. Beautiful photo, and moving tribute. Best to you, my friend.

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  40. Oh Ayala, I have not been online in weeks...this is so full of sweetness, tenderness...I can taste and feel the love between you and your mother...may this memory, your mother's memory always be for blessing.

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    1. Thank you, Laura. I hope you are well.xx

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  41. Tough stuff. I think some stanza breaks would aid accessibility here, esp as it's a long piece (by modern standards). Well writ release, sis

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    1. Thank you, Luke. I appreciate it. :)

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  42. How tough it must be to be without your mom. This poem honored her memory beautifully. xo

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    1. Thank you, Rachel. I'm grateful I had a good mom that I can miss. xo

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  43. Very inspiring:) Loved it.
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  44. I'm in a flood of tears, Ayala. Oh my. I pray for your peace in your heart, and that the sweetness from the fruit reminds you of the sweetness of God's gift. Life well lived.

    xo!!!
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    1. Thank you, Alita. Life is good and it's been a life well lived. xo.

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  45. A very belated comment here but I'm so sorry about your mom. Three years it not a long time to recover from such a loss I'm sure...this is a great way to remember her. Gorgeous picture.

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    1. Thank you, Ameena. No three years is not a long time...

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  46. ...catching up with your posts ~ I need time for them, so when I'm trying not to spend the day on my computer (vacation time!) I save YOU for later. This was heartbreaking...I'm praying, trying to regain some positivity with my mom while I still have her. It is not easy between us at all...this really moves me and reminds me to keep trying.

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    1. Thank you, Adrienne. I missed your thoughts here. I hope you can find peace with your mom. Hugs.

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  47. This is beautiful, Ayala. What a lovely tribute to your mother. Can really see why a peach, which is such an intensely sensorial experience to eat, would elicit these powerful, bittersweet memories. *hug*

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    1. Thank you, Chris. I appreciate your thoughts here. Hugs.

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  48. What a lovely and touching tribute to your Mom. Sending you strength my friend. I know the heart aches and there will be a permanent void, but I am glad you can allow yourself to relive some of your memories with her. xoxo

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    1. Thank you, Rudri. You know this pain too well..I appreciate your comforting words. xoxo

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  49. I love the picture, and the memories you have. This was lovely, and got me all choked up!

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  50. Ayala,
    such a moving and beautiful tribute of a loving yet flawed relationship. I connect from where I stand...

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    1. Thank you, Deb. Loving and flawed, a part of life.

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  51. I'm not sure if I have already commented Ayala so I hope you don't mind me visiting again ~ I loved how you expressed so much of yourheart here, your clearly very close relationship with your Mum, your devotion shines through. I love the pics you have shared of your Mum and Dad (on facebook). This is so precious Ayala ~ a precious jewel clearly treasured ~ Heart touched, thankyou for sharing her and you x x hugs Lib

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  52. Lib, I appreciate your thoughts and support. Thank you so much.xx hugs to you.

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