Gentle One, so broken-hearted, tenderly I kiss your chemo-roughened cheek
Moving us toward unknown tomorrows, on rivers of. words we will not speak.
Tears trace down well-worn trails; heart bleeds in a blue, familiar way.
We read Memories journal of us enwrapped, entwined, entangled as we lay.
Your memory dwells in a plastic framed photo; recalling embraces that comfort and soothe.
This sweet swelling of daughter’s sorrow: white-hot knot of longing never moves.
Your kept my demons far at bay, my sickness hidden from the others.
Bestowed gifts I cannot repay…Such love only comes from Mothers.