My Mom has been gone for a few weeks
The dust is settling but the finality is difficult
Not being able to pick up the phone and call
Probably hurts the most
My sister and I had a routine
She called at 5 and I called between 6 and 7
Now we call each other
Our bond always strong, now stronger
Mom never asked much of us
She was selfless and appreciated her kids
She only wanted the best for us
We always tried to do the same for her
There will be light one day
Now I’m engaging in remembrance
A little misty sometimes
Sometimes even a prayer, it helps
I pray for her to be somewhere with my Dad
Walking hand in hand
Heaven has collected her
Her journey now complete
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