Mother

Mother,
Awakening dawns with the passing of the years
As your presence gives way to mine.

Not dwelling on your memory, though
Arrested from time to time

Sudden memories channelled from somewhere
Vivid moments of things gone by
Carry me to understanding
Glimpses of reasons why.

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Mother,

I stand by your grave -
reading accolades I once composed -
Wondering, thinking, waiting, numb,
Vaguely anticipating I know not what

Confused by the absence of pain.

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