“Mom”

Where does one start, when she’s lost her heart?

When the soul loses wing, when the birds cease to sing?

This is how I felt, on the day that I knelt, by your bed when your spirit had gone.

Then from there comes the grief, the rage and the deep, sadness, that this just felt so wrong.

How could you leave? We were partners for life.

You danced in my joy and you hugged me in strife.

You gave so much love just by being yourself. I knew I was loved and this is true wealth.

Ahh so the Love, with a capital “L”. So strong between us, as anyone could tell.

And “What I believe is that this carries through, the love, it transfers, this is what I feel is true.”

These were your words, written in the last days, perhaps as a gift to help clear my haze.

So I’ll focus on this: that the love is what’s true, that we have it forever, the strongest of glue.

I love you so much, my teacher, my friend, and I’ll hold you in my heart, until we meet again.