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)
This is a beautifully rendered poem that opened my own wounds of fear of loosing my own mother and the abyss of pain, emptiness and loneliness that must walk hand in hand with that…alas, a bereavement we can all relate to as it pertains to loss and lucid longing for some ethereal abstract spirit whispering in winds of tangible memories…I am sorry for your loss but glad for your gain toward healing your still “open wound” in writing this commemorative eulogy to your beloved mother, may she rests in peace.–Jacques Fleury, author of “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self”.