26 September 2012
oh my god
the music,
it is here again
bearing the agony of loss
I thought gone
the music
carries with it the memories,
the feelings,
the days
of life that we shared.
my dearest mother,
gone from my walk
always by my side, I know
but the little girl inside me
cries for your hand upon her shoulder
mourns her loss of you
the music sings my sorrow
draws me close to you
and reminds me of the separation
I live with every day
it is hard, mom,
suddenly realizing you are the
elder generation
because your mother and father
have passed from your side
It is frightening to hold the responsibility
you pass to me
Though menopause transforms this body
my soul is forever your child
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
Evacuee, Shepherd Moons, Enya
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