When great souls pass into the moonlight their spirit is illuminated the soul is guided into the light. Once worldly bodies heavy with pain and suffering are left behind, the air around her that was once heavy and labored becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We. hold our breath, we want to breathe life back into her,same as she gave us our first breath, her ultimate sacrfice given, we hold our breath briefly in silent screams that become louder and deafening that creep from our throats, faces twisted and red. Choaking to breathe
Our eyes, quickly widen,then narrow with tears, memories flood forward, we
see with a hurtful clarity that only the silence of death brings.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines, our every choice, and decision, did we choose bravely, did we choose honorably, did we choose correctly, Even more in our hearts we have sorrow that renders us helpless as Our throat closes around our toungue and gnaws on kind words
unsaid, promised walks, and trips
never taken. We, your children, look in the mirror and all we see is you.
Love you momma.