Holding Her Close

I see you:

That 

       river 

              of 

                 tears 

                        that 

                              courses 

                                         behind your eyes, your smile  

disturbing the flow,

Pain pulsing just below the surface, visible to us few.

I see you,
Your heart beating for others

Living with love for a child                     l o s t       

But wrapped in love keeping her close.

I see you.

Passion that fills a room —

Teaching, creating, journaling, advocating.

I hear you

      Whispering memories —

                     Her life strong when you close your eyes —

                                                                      Making a difference.

I feel you!

Comfort — receiving and giving

Healing   

        Her forever near.

Hebrews 11:1 Faith is the evidence of things not seen.

***I attended an ALAN Master Class in November.  The presenter spoke of her young  daughter who had committed suicide not too long before.  My mother had passed in August, and my heart still ached for her.  To say I saw more than the presentation is an understatement.  The next day, this presenter was still on my mind, and I wrote this poem for her.  I have revised it, but I have never just sat down and written a poem before with ease.  Maybe some day I will send it to her.***