- it is almost a week now since Mother died
some times it is a releif
sometimes it hurts the heart beyond beleif
often you've cried all the tears you have to cry
you may look around you at her things
and feel as if she's not dead, but just gone out
somewhere for some short while
and even smile as you share a silent joke
with her again
Time slows, you catch your breath
wait for her return, knowing that she won't
but feeling that she will, she will
She has to. She always has before.
And then, as she does not come
stepping through the door
And her voice is just not there
when you ring to share
some precious part of your life with her
You gradually feel the pain again
cry some more
Store all her treasures
mingle them with yours
count her memories as precious
count all the strengths she gave you
forget the sharp angles and ill-fits
listen to your voice become like hers
stroke your memories with tenderness
and she then lives on within you gracefully.
juliannasong 14/8/98
