This I wrote in the car straight after the funeral:
I cannot summise
It all seems like lies
It wasn't you I saw
It wasn't you lowered
It wasn't you we prayed for
It wasn't you I flowered
It cannot
and has not
The real is
never so surreal
The world cannot go on
Without you to sing your song
Where will your smile be
If not here with me
Who will be hugged
For joy and for love
How can it be
Impossible to see
It wasn't you we lowered
The sprinkles of your soul
still flower
Four years later, I still have moments where I can't believe that my mom has passed away. It's so good that you are writing about this. It's very healing to do it.
ReplyDeleteSending you love.
xxx