Gone are the wisdom-filled words, the gentle embraces, the fiercely loyal protectors,
for we are the motherless on Mother’s Day.
The safety net is no longer there, that someone who knew you and loved you more than anyone possibly could.
There is no treasure trove of stories about our history, our beginnings, only endings.
Now only unanswered questions remain, leaving us feeling the void.
No sweet smiles, no telephone calls,
no hand to wipe away our tears.
All that remains are precious memories
and jagged holes in our hearts that never truly heal.
But the time comes, achingly slowly, when we finally realize they are with us still,
whispering words of comfort and encouragement to our weary souls,
guiding us in mystical ways,
leaving signs that at first we are too numb to see through the fog of grief.
Open your heart, open your mind, listen;
you will come to realize that she has only become love, pure and simple,
the brightest of lights;
love’s echoes going on and on, love eternal.