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.”
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.