She reaches out to me from beyond the stars,
her energy refracts in the light.
A prism of colors dances in the air
and her presence warms the still night.
I enter the evening, void of emotion,
a hollow shell of what I had been.
But the bond that was created when she gave birth to me
seems to linger like it does in a dream.
A single flower I carry in my hand,
asking her spirit to Forget-Me-Not.
Feeling her embrace as the wind churns the leaves,
I feel transported from my steadfast spot.
She is happy now in her place of rest,
free to exist as she wants.
No longer burdened by the shackles of illness,
it is only peace and happiness she flaunts.
My soul is warmed by her visit,
the binds on my heart are released.
She leaves me now but I know she will return,
her promise gives me a great sense of peace.
Written for the Grammar Ghoul Challenge #4:
to use the Word prompt:
And to tie it in with this animated short video.
As I watched the video, I knew this poem would be about my mom.