The vibrant cards and bouquets are faded
Iridescent memories live in my tears
No longer a phone call, hug or visit
I feel a hollow in my heart
A reservoir only tears can fill
My mother is now an urn of ashes. Waiting
Waiting for her soulmate’s final rest
I can hear her whisper ‘Hurry up, Mister.’
My father’s hearing aid no doubt off
He’s lingering but not truly thriving
Broken hearts quickly decay the living
I sit in deep waters of sadness
Wading through loss of the past and present
How do I celebrate my Mom now?
I trace the lines in my palm
This DNA gifted from her to me
I silently hold my own hands
Hers are now no longer within reach
