Again

This poem is written in the same vein as "Letting Go." ... For my mom. Again by Amy Swanson Another time, another place I pray that someday I will see your precious face again. All that you have given me I never could repay I can only, so woefully, inadequately, say I love you so. My life will never be the same without you. So many years, you've been my dearest friend and confidant You are irreplaceable. I know the end is coming I know the final page like someone who has hesitantly peeked at the end of life's story. A story full of love and life and laughter and tears and bittersweet sorrows... and death. All woven together creating your Beautiful tapestry. Beautiful legacy. Beautiful soul... that will always shine within my own. Thank you for being you is the best that I can say. These tears will fall in honor of you and this chapter of the book has sorely changed me. I wish you peace and love May you soar upon the highest skies May you find what you have always sought and may you know that you will never be forgotten - Not for one moment. Not one smile... Not one word of wisdom... Not one gentle mother's kiss... will I ever forget. Even as I write I cannot stop the tears from falling onto this paper trying somehow, desperately, to channel all my hurt into this pink page on which I write. It feels as though they never will stop. At such a time I almost curse these wretched emotions that at once can make us so content yet in an instant we are racked with grief. But life goes on... at least that's what they say. If only I could capture each precious moment in time and freeze it - hold it always - all the days and years... But I cannot. I will hold you, though... in my heart forever and wait impatiently for the day that I will see you again.