I always-
missed you mom
so detached, linked
to a world not mine.
Loving me
was not an option
illness took that away
buried deep
in a crowd of voices
only you could hear.
I know now
you’re in a different place-
Heaven it’s called and in
the midst of angels
you look down upon me
and remember that you loved me.
The after death memory and the narrator knowing of it is a grace, a gift, a marvel.
ReplyDeleteOh Lisa this touches me very deeply
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