
Mom
she passed from this world
to the next
as we’re destined to do
sans pomp, fanfare, empty accolades
surrounded by those she loved
for whom she'd have given her life
were it not taken
except my older bro
she loved him too
but traffic tied his hands that day
death comes when it will
without a plan
we all meant to be there
at the final moment
he just never meant it
soon enough
she didn't leave much behind
no treasure trove
to be fought for
with tearing teeth and clawing nails
she gave it all, unselfishly
nickel by nickel
dime by dime
in her time
her clothes, bills, takeout menus
pre-owned furniture
destined to be owned again
some sad knick-knacks that gave
inexplicable joy
every card for every occasion ever sent
her budget book tracked every coin in and out
each month beginning black...
rounding out red
tired boxes of Christmas ornaments, the reusable tree
crammed in the guest room closet
with three pairs of shoes she’d wear no more
not much to show for a life
of toil and attainment
spent it as it came and went
nothing saved
rainy days come and gone
she left, as do we all
bereft of everything
her treasure stored in those she loved
as undying faith
unyielding pride
unwavering devotion
given to those who gave her life meaning
all gone now, her things
her body that bore me…merely dust
just as we will be
love she gave is still ablaze in me
time and again I feel her touch
hear her whisper in my soul
I miss her
















Comments: 13
Your mother sounds like the very soul of love. A fantastic piece, Stephen. Applause, with a tear in my eye.
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To be remembered like this! She was loved and she was loving. That is what truly counts.
I'll bet the little tow heads are exactly you...when your head lay against her heart! Bless you!
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her heart was filled
with gold that she
bestowed on all she loved.