Wednesday, August 09, 2006

The Shadow of Mom

This was written just a few short months before my mother passed away.

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The Shadow of Mom



She wanders in the room,
looking at everything
and nothing,
and mostly looking through us
at things and people
we can’t see.
She talks at us
and around us
or through us
to others in the room
beyond our eyes,
and occasionally she says
my name
or yours,
and our hearts quicken
in hope . . .
. . . but no, she’s gone again
to that other world
only she can see.
I miss her,
the one she used to be.
and I love her,
now so vulnerable
yet safe in this place
where I can’t go.
She has loved me all my life
and now I love enough for
both of us.
And that’s all right.

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2 comments:

3s said...

Beautiful! Tears of love, sadness and joy fell as I read this.

Lynilu said...

3rd - yes. me,too.