I thought I was done
missing you
You had to go
everybody has to someday.
I've been telling myself
and it's been okay
I feel you closer
than before
those days you looked at me
as if I were the traffic
during rush hour
or a distant voice a memory
I thought I was done
missing you
But, I am not
Today I feel like a ship
that's hit a rock it's getting heavy
I feel myself keel
over Helpless
Frightened I close my eyes and pray
like you've always told me I'm going down
down
down
Thud! I touch the ground
There's nowhere to go now lower
I feel you I'm going up higher
higher I'm gliding
You're hauling me I feel the wind on my face
It's buoying me
Up
Up
Up
I'm soaring my wings, look
Here.
Mamma, can you see me?
I wrote this poem for Eugi's prompt, 'Soaring'
A little note on the poem :
It's been fifteen years since I lost my mother and the truth is I don't think of her very often. But, today I found myself missing her...like really missing her. Not because I was sad, but,
because I was happy. I miss being able to share my happy news with her, I miss the way
her eyes danced when something made me happy, and I miss hearing her rooting for me.
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