When Mother’s Die

There is a space between
the world outside
and the sadness within my heart.
When mother’s die
there is no replacement.
Time moves like a pendulum,
Forward and back
and then forward.
Back to memories
Gait forward
Back to strange shadows
Pressing maybes
Then forward to answer the phone.
Trying again to not be pulled back
I light a candle.
Mother Teresa said,
“Be faithful in small things,
because it is in them
that your strength lies.”
That sums it up pretty good,
That was my mother.
That is how she lived her life.

August 18, 2017