Mother's Day

Almost four years now since you left us, wringing our hearts. Beginning your new chapter, you slipped away in the night, Connecting with an expanse of new and perhaps, old, companions. Doing everything we could, we struggled with releasing you. Everything you wished for, we wanted you to have in abundance. Fading memories cloud the realities of life, and the disappointments too. Gaining perspective for our own lives, we know that we are not perfect. High expectations were modeled and imprinted in a profound way. The Intensity of your love was not doubted. You told us we were your gifts, bringing Joy and meaning to your life, but we wanted you to soar and explore too. Kindness was your way, as many friends will remember and miss. Love is a fragile thing, yet it is the glue that binds us all together now. Your Mothering willl not be forgotten, and was not a waste of time. Morning and Night, you tended to us as best as you could. Your visions and dreams waited. Opening night performances, you could have mastered with practice. Perfecting your paintings with feeling and skill was always so clear and precise. Questions and doubts still bubble up. Will we meet you again, or not? Your Restful grave seems cold and austere, but we remind ourselves, you are not there. Sleeping is a metaphor for death, but it does not comfort us, or seem real. Trusting your fate was as you wished, we get on with our own lives, Understanding that one day, sooner than we think, we will have to still our own Voices, and calm our own hearts into stopping the frenetiic pace. Worldly ways, will become obsolete, even "Mother's Day" will pass on. Xray's reveal we are the same, inherited traits, not to be changed. Yesterday, we ran and played the the sun. We cried and we laughed. The Zepher waits for no one when it comes to collect.