That moment that forever imprinted my life drenches my soul.
The memory of that reality encloses its grip and remains.
The chapters of my life become
divided between capsules of time;
there was life before and life afterward.
The death of my mother gave me a place to pour my heart;
a holder of my spirit.
Before her death, my mother resonated love.
She found her heart to be a place
that could be a gift to her children.
Time became irrelevant when within her midst.
The day her soul was taken, her love transformed.
No longer could she speak the words I love you.
Rather, she can translate them through a feeling,
through a memory, through a reminder.
The measures of her existence
are the breaths that added up to a lifetime
and every step she took that became her journey.
Within those breaths and steps,
she created a life that she wanted to live.
Words to think about. Have a wonderful day.