A Mother’s Love
A woman pressed her finger into the inky blue night sky.
You too left tiny fingerprints on my soul – a constant reminder that I am not myself only.
The two best aspects of my being walk side-by-side. They call me “Mom”.
My heart still beats beside you as it did the first nine months.
You are never alone. My thoughts are always with you.
We see stars that have extinguished years ago. Still burning bright.
When I am gone, may you still hear my heartbeat, feel the brush of my fingertips on your brow.
May the light of my love never burn out, but always guide you.