My mother would have been 76 yesterday. However, she passed away at the age of 74 after suffering from vascular dementia for the last eight years of her life.
As I walked the dog tonight, enjoying the silence and the night air, I started "talking" to Mom in my head, wishing her a happy birthday, and wondering if she could hear me, if she was responding somehow. One thought led to another and I began thinking about all the different kinds of love there are in the universe, if we're only open to receiving them.
And, my being a poet, that lead to a poem. :)
Angels Among Us
If it wasn't you in the fragrant breeze
that left me high, with weakened knees,
if it wasn't you in the summer skies,
blazing through my shielded eyes,
if laughter bubbled deep inside,
if poetry had come alive,
if my heart felt joy...but it wasn't you,
then someone else must love me,
(Miss you, Mom.)
© 2010 Cia Williford Please do not use without permission.