In Memory of Mom
Dear Mom, I came to visit you today.
I wondered if you could see me.
Even tho' it was a brief stay,
I questioned where, oh where could you be?
The once pretty floral arrangements
no longer reach out to the sun's rays.
For even they cannot escape death's consequences,
as they lay on the ground ugly and starting to decay.
I struggle with the concept of, is there life after death?
When you died, where did your soul go?
Are you in a place that is free and with laughter?
My thoughts are thrown to and fro.
I find it difficult to let you go.
I have you hanging by a silver thread
in a space somewhere between Heaven and Earth.
Please help me with guiding you on your way,
allowing you to go to a place I do not know.
Hating to accept that you are really dead,
maybe I can image you are entering a time of rebirth,
being guarded against harm, I pray.
I will never forget you-"I love you."
And you used to say in return,
"I love you too."
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