After celebrations
fade away,
I think about
the blessings present
In my life, in the form
of messages and calls,
Taking the shape
of friends reaching out
Days after
the craziness is done.
I think of how
My mother would have
Been at peace to
see me happy,
How she is smiling
down on me,
Proud to see
her daughter feel such
joy.
08/23/2019
I sift through
my memories of
My mom over the years,
caring for me
In different stages
of my life.
As I ready myself
for my wedding,
I feel her presence
more than ever,
Yet I still miss her
company immensely.
08/14/2019
Activity
taking place today
at East Ridgelawn.
Cars line the
parking area as
People bond with loved ones;
at the plot next to Mom's,
a family redecorates
Their matriarch's resting place,
planting lovely florals.
Across the way, some children
run to greet a relative,
their father keeping watch.
I spend a few moments
with Mom, realigning a brick
that slipped out of place.
I say my prayers for her,
and communicate,
Memories taking me back
to my mom's house,
conversing during visits.
Always soft-spoken,
yet listening to every word.
So valuable were those moments;
fleeting, yet precious.
05/11/2019
Making
my monthly trip
to my mother's gravesite,
spending precious moments with a
dear soul.
11/18/2018
