It’s been three years since my mom transitioned to the next life. In her honor, I’m sharing this poem I wrote a few months after losing her, when I was freshly shattered by the loss. I still feel in shock and walk around in a kind of daze, lost and numb, even as I am here and present. You see, when my mother died, a part of me died too. I’m not sure if I will ever totally recover, and maybe that’s a beautiful thing – a scar that softens but never disappears, quietly shouting out to the Universe, “Mommy, you were here. You mattered. And as long as I am here and alive, you will be too.”
You can access the full poem in this post, and you can access the spoken word performance of this poem in this post.
The poem also is in my poetry book, available at my online store, Everyone Needs a Bottle Smashing Range. Get 20% off this book and all digital products, when you become a Patreon member at the “Community Patron” ($3/month) level or higher. Get membership details and sign up as a patron, at Patreon.com/KHAZZOOM.