Mom

MOM I still can't grasp the thought that you are gone cuz you were the rock in which I perched my strong Forever in your debt I will be and grateful for the heart that beats in me ; Its the day after your funeral, and I am home alone washing your favorite pink sweater in suds and warm yes the one with the silver shiny threads the one you loved to wear with a smile; I also went through all your faux beads and trinkets searching for those little flowers you clipped atop your silver cropped hair ; the ones you wore with unabashed flair... The boah colored scarf is also in the soapy bucket beside the pink sweater ; Surrounded by all your belongings I breath n' sigh for I know that you didn't really die; You turned into an angel and you are watching from on high....