I am my mother

In all the bad …

And all the good

Just a phase of what we’ve had.

 

No, we are not the same

And we share more than heart;

Her voice my compass,

When I come apart.

 

In all her loss

I find her still …

Beautiful …

A mess at times despite her Will.

 

I am my mother —

But no need for mirrors;

In my head she’s oh so nearer.

 

And, all the thoughts that could bring me down;

But she’s the reason …. the why …

My eyes still see a sky.

 

Despite all my flaws

My pleasant facade,

She saw beyond — Her soul and mine intertwined.

The greater God.

 

I gave her meaning …

She gave me life –

We’ve brought each other back

From the brink of all its strife.

 

But I could not understand;

Until I had my own …. a boy, a girl

All the things we do not plan.

 

Struggling through, with the same chagrin –

How lonely she must have been;

In that loss that ensues; one’s oblivion.

 

I am my Mother …

And, it’s no longer hard to comprehend

The depth of her plea …

 

To beg of us to change;

Avoid her path …

Amid this sea.

 

The lessons learned,

Those I’ve lost …

 

Many will come

And many will go …

 

But it will be her love

Her Ghost …

I’ll one day dream of.