Even the Rogue Child Is Loved

I was the child that made you old, I was also the girl that couldn't be told I was a rogue wave and couldnt see 'now,' that was I cherished I'll never know how when you went away without word or a sigh, I was forever bereft we didn't get a goodbye over time I've painted my pictures in words, I cried out my heart in the differing verbs I wish I could harness and saddle a star and fly to your side but your so very far I dream conversations in the depths of the night, some seem so real that we start to fight but as in the wonder that walked this earth, forgiveness was quick from the time of my birth on a stone tablet that I've hung on my heart I etch in your name each time it crumbles apart of the, four thousand eight hundred and fifty three days, I cannot count every tear I've shed as I swayed now I celebrate the life you lived without fear, as I smooth out this page I feel a presense is near I am writing a canto that goes on for miles I wish you could read it its for you with a smile I write in your name life wasnt for naught, in mantles of flames your spirit is caught burning through history your memory shall shine, I am the poetess writing a shrine for a mother who never ever, gave up on me I will bleed every word till my veins have run free