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. Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.