It’s raining, it’s grey,
it’s been a month,
since my mom,
died.
It’s not always hard,
I am sad,
I am tired,
and sometimes,
concentrating is,
more than I can handle.
But, I am getting used to,
the quiet, the solitude.
and then I do laundry,
I wash her bathrobe,
to give away,
and I empty the pockets of,
used kleenex,
and I lose it,
my mom is gone.
I know she’s gone,
I also know,
she lived a full life,
loved, was loved,
I know she didn’t like,
being old.
I miss her.
A part of me,
is gone.
I think that happens,
when you get older,
you’ve lost,
a whole bunch of,
parts,
You have hollows,
where you were once full.
But,
love never dies-
I don’t think,
it lives on,
in your heart,
in the air you breathe.
I miss you mom,
tu me manques maman
Later girls,
BB
