It is to Be

It is to be, The path that my mother took, The guiding hand that left her at a tender age, The foster home that taught her about rage, The lessons she learned as she turned the pages of each day, The education she acquired made her diligent, dexterous, and dutiful. It is to be, The man my mother met on her journey, The man she deeply fell in love with, The man who made her smile in the morning light, The man who stood by her through the darkest nights, The man who showed her both the old and new ways. It is to be, The tempest that interrupted my family's voyage, The turbulence that pulled my parents apart, The stranger who made my mother dwindle, The mystery she called a riddle. It is to be, The end of an era, The shards and fragments of broken bonds, The unsent letters my mother wrote, The songs she sang during her dark days, Songs of hope and praise. It is to be, The man I have become, The enigma that dwells in my chamber, The mystery I sometimes confront, The memories that haunt me, The untold encounters that have made me bold.