Blink of an eye 

I am walking with my chest open. The pain is visceral. 

My mother is everywhere now, but no longer within reach. 

I am no longer able to feel her warm hands, receive her tender hug, and listen to her energetic voice. That is it. 

Life can change in a blink of an eye and we have to accept it. 

My heart has a scar, it hurts, only time can heal that type of pain. There is no quick fix. 

For now, I am walking with a big open wound, leaning only on my faith. God is with me, God within me. 

(In loving memory of Cleide Alves)