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Missing Mom's Rebirthday

She would be ninety-two today
if I had my way
Back to where we were
Fast approaching her ninetieth annual Day.

But now I feel too anonymously alone.
She took my best self memories with her.
I wanted to go a bit further to life's bone
with her empathic comfort skills
expanding our mutual listening ZeroZone.

She often cautioned
against going too far alone
too fast
to speak denser wisdom
preferred traveling together
far past
today's too volatile weather.

I miss her custodial care
And listen for her fast and far accessed awareness
together born of ancient DNA solidity
returning her most resilient revisiting integrity

Within this slow-paced dare,
our timelessly untraveled changing day
and night right time
to renew her listening care
more internally unspoken rhymes
compared to her
more accomplished communal way.

She must be ninety-two today
when I've had my best way
Far back to where we are
Fast approaching each ReBirth Day.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2019

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Constance La France Date: 4/30/2019 8:49:00 AM Gerald, the love for your mother is shining bright in your excellent write, I lost my mother on Mother's Day and that annual day coming always brings so much pain, I understand how you are feeling ~ Login to Reply Gerald Dillenbeck Date: 4/30/2019 3:20:00 PM Thx so much for your kind thoughts. I wrote this piece for someone else, missing her mother who died just before her 90th birthday. But, while writing it, I definitely came to see part of my loss in hers. Losing birth mothers is epic; the place from which we came and to which we can never return enough.