Intangible
Mom
In every memory I have of you,
I hear a smile in your voice.
Even as my soul weeps at its loss.
Still…
After twenty years,
I tremble at the loss of home.
I look over my shoulder
looking for the comfort of you.
I wait for the reassurance of your hope,
and I flounder in
the imbalance of this world.
I never got to live This with you.
The injustice rubs at edges of my reality
Leaving rage in the wake of tragedy.
How can I ever find a balance when my center is gone?
I keep listening to your smile
whispering reassurances and lullabies.
How love is an intangible thing not trapped by time, death, nor even memory.
Your love is weaved inside me,
it blankets me in your grace.
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