Mama

When Mom moved on to the next

highest plane

with a warmer clime than the cold Lucerne winters

and I was fetal on the floor

sister Paula said this is why we only get one Mother- because no one could go through this twice.

There is so much to miss in the palpable absence of a physical presence, like

a windchime laugh that rings through the earbones, and her arms wrapping tight to press your hearts close.

And nothing without her exists like that, but a hug from the Sisters who won’t turn loose is an excruciating 2nd.

4 Responses to “Mama”

  1. Killer finish.

  2. Beautiful. it truly is an ache that dosen’t leave.

  3. Anonymous Says:

    This is beautiful, and painfully true.

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