Mother ...

You were taken by the wind

Blown from one place to another

I imagine you were water

Everywhere, but impossible to hold

Between my hands

Somehow you would always seep through

And soak into the ground

 

I know you were fire

Because you always burned bright

In my heart

You were the earth from whence I was birthed

I wish that just once

I could have seen you laughing with mirth

 

As a child, I saw you in rainbows

I saw you in stars

And the moon

I am sad that you had to leave

So soon

 

I imagined your face so many times

I yearned to hear you singing

Soothing lullaby's and nursery rhymes

I wished for a mother

For me, and my brother

 

I was a lonely, lost child

As a teenager I became quite wild

My twenties were troubled

-The wildness in me kinda doubled

My thirties saw me sort myself out

By my forties I began to feel a little more settled

Although I still lived in the shadows of doubt

 

Mother, I am in my fifties now

-Hard to believe but I made it

Some how

I like to believe that you would be proud

I imagine you floating on a happy cloud

 

I forgot to mention

You are a grandma now!

Better than that you are a great grandma

Three wonderful children born to my own

We look for you every night in among the stars

I tell them you are up there

On your heavenly throne

 

I’m not sure you know

But I found your grave

I visited once – it’s quite a long way away

I wonder did you feel my presence

As I felt a breeze and a touch of a hand

Did you hear my promise?

I promised I’d come back one day

 

Mother, there is so much I could say

I will write again soon

Until then I will ask you

To give my love to the moon.

 

 

C.K. 22