She is gone.
You stand there gazing at her body,
Waiting for her to stand up, to reach out, and to call your name.
Thoughts of fear and loneliness circle in your mind,
and you whisper, “Nothing, will be the same”.
You are right.
The mother who held you when you skinned your knees,
Who sang all the time and filled a room with joy.
The one…read more