Acceptance

This was my first and only poem I wrote after I lost my Mom
and had thought of my friend and how he felt losing his brother so many years before...
It doesn't rhyme, you know..


Acceptance,

It's the one word I know that is as individual as the person it touches.

Like a boy who accepts that he too will ride a motorcycle with his big brother one day,
but for now.. clothes pins and playing cards on the spokes will do just fine.
Or
Like the young girl who smiles waiting for her Mom's kiss good~night as she lay quietly in bed.

Then there's the Acceptance that even though the boy is now a man,
his big brother still rides off without him...

Or the Acceptance of the young girl who's now a woman yearning for the comfort of her Mom's kiss, but instead lays quietly on a hospital's couch waiting for her while they do more tests......

You know, there are two kinds of deaths..
The ones that come fast and unexpected and the ones you're told it's only a
matter of time...

It's not always an easy thing........ Acceptance.

Like, the words no mother should have to hear when she's told her oldest son was killed in a motorcycle accident..
Or
instead of hearing happy birthday over the phone the woman hears, 'I'm sorry, your Mom
lost her fight to Cancer this morning..'

And the boy who wanted to be like his big brother? He almost did.
But they saved him on the operating table as his mother prayed, not him, too...

Acceptance...
It sometimes holds an indescribably sad emotion that can only be compared to the feeling of death itself, if your loss takes it that far.....
And if you're brave enough to let it be, then it reminds you to live.
And Time?
Time doesn't change Acceptance whether it be twenty years or three.

Now, as look into my Dad's eyes I see I have to accept once again, that this young girl
inside has lost her Dad too, because he doesn't know who I am.

Acceptance...
I once thought there were only two kinds of deaths, but I see there are three.