Farewell letter

FAREWELL LETTER

(For All the Mothers Who Have Passed Away)

She wrote me a letter

after her death

and I remember

a kind of happy light

falling on the envelope

as I sat by the rose tree

on her old bench

at the back door,

so surprised by its arrival

wondering what she would say,

looking up before I could open it

and laughing to myself

in silent expectation.

‘Dear son, it is time

for me to leave you.

I am afraid that the words

you are used to hearing

are no longer mine to give,

they are gone and mingled

back in the world

where it is no longer

in my power

to be their first

original author

nor their last loving bearer.

You can hear

motherly

words of affection now

only from your own mouth

and only

when you speak them

to those

who stand

motherless

before you.

As for me I must forsake

adulthood

and be bound gladly

to a new childhood.

You must understand

this apprenticeship

demands of me

an elemental innocence

from everything

I ever held in my hands.

I know your generous soul

is well able to let me go

you will in the end

be happy to know

my God was true

and I find myself

after loving you all so long,

in the wide,

infinite mercy

of being mothered myself.'

P.S. All of your intuitions are true.

...

FAREWELL LETTER

in River Flow

New & Selected Poems

Many Rivers Press © David Whyte

David said that when you lose someone, you have this ancient feeling that they're just about to visit. He told us he wrote this poem from a dream he had after his mother's death. The poem describes what happened in the dream.

As he read it, I imagined Cori, Luke, and Zach reading this letter, as if it were from me to them. It made me cry. It's good, though.

David said his friend John O'Donohue lived believing, "Wasn't it amazing to have been in the world together at the same time?"