Death of a Loved One

Death of a loved one Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then, How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen; Later, like the ache of an amputated limb, Existence, like a gloom-glaring jail cell, grew grim...! I know, from the frail earthen pitcher of physique, Your soul, O my mother, that, for long, was homesick; Had taken its flight far from this interim earth, And amalgamated into the endless mirth...! It's not due to doubts about your life eternal, Nor the chance of being a creature infernal; Your passing through the gateway of naked newness, Is as clear as crystal to me, though seems clueless…! Tingles of your touches tinged into tenderness, Turned too into touch-me-not of tentativeness; Your existence in me is a continuum, It's not a cloudy chemical residuum...! I know your death is not a dark dusk but a dawn, Designs of resurrection are dazzlingly drawn; Ignorance that ignites the minds with illusion, Fails to form fundamentally free faith fusion...!!! 04 April 2023 Death of a loved one Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables