In A Cocoon

The days keep going by, and I am still left wondering why you are no longer on this earth. I remember the day I gave birth— a tiny miracle captured my heart; gazing at you, I never thought we would part. My greatest joy was to see you grow; now you are cold and resting below. What an honour it was to be your mom; your memory is like a balm, soothing me during my darkest hours— so thankful to call you ours. Why is the pain so deep? It brings me to my knees as I weep. I like to believe that you are still nursing in God’s heaven, bringing comfort I do not doubt for a second, doing what came so naturally to you— dressed as a nurse at two is the picture in view. The calling you had shined brightly in your brown eyes; I did not know that you would be saying goodbye. Thank you, dear daughter, for the thirty years; and now I am marking two years of your heavenly birthday, it appears. How is it possible to keep on breathing, or even finding meaning, when you left too soon? I should have wrapped you in a cocoon, as you are wrapped tightly in my heart since the very start.