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