Death called tonight

With a note to tomorrow:

Mom will die soon.

Grace hides my heart

As fear cries though

Love knows she will be alright.

Tears crept when I wasn’t looking.

Sadness baptized me in what

I know must come—never ready

For the final exhale, I keep on breathing

The hope mom gave, compassion’s

Lace to her forever embrace.

I know her form must go.

 The heart she gave will always show in me,

And in her passing what I know is love

Never ends—life takes what it gives

And gives what it takes—the love of mom

Will never find a grave as long as I live

To tell  of a fullness given through her dying days.

Love elephant and want to go steady?

Sign up for our (curated) daily and weekly newsletters!

Editor: Bryonie Wise

Photo Flickr Creative Commons