a friend of mine
her mother died
some words come to my mind
for the occasion:
“Mother, dear!
Now you gone
And all that’s left
A pile of stone
And memories
Now you gone
But you live on
In me
The qualities
The gratitude
The love lives on
The rest
Is gone”
… and a song (Anthem)
mothers die
all the time they do
of cancer, old age
and now a lot of them
of the Corona
when mothers die
a big hole appears
we might not know at first
what we have lost
i remember mine
my mother
and the hole she left behind
still now
after all the years i fill it up
to the top i filled it up
with gratefulness
good memories
of coming home
and anytime
she would be there
and happy that i’d come
and anytime
the food she thought i love
prepared
and anytime, her smile
and anytime she did not mind
how much i’d fucked it up again
my life
she did not mind
because she was
mother
such memories
after all the years
they help me
to fill the hole
with love
Thanx
Romana is still in my heart