Mom

There is nothing I can do or say
To comfort my dear friend today
My hand would touch yours if it could
But squeezing it would do no good.

You saw and spoke with Mom this week
Shared memories though she was weak
You journeyed there to let her know
You remembered times from long ago.

Then painlessly she slipped from sight
Her long life's star dimmed into night
Now troubled thoughts unbidden come
As her passing leaves you feeling numb...

It's really hard when loved ones leave
Mom understands you'll want to grieve
Her footsteps echo through the door
As her spirit lives, though seen no more ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2018

Written for a dear friend ...