A Mother’s Mourning
©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Brett Jordan on Unsplash
I miss you in this world.
You’re gone
before my heart was ready.
(Though readiness was not on the horizon.)
You might have filled my eyes forever.
How would I imagine less?
But now I must confess a hole
(the very size of you)
cuts deeply to my core.
I should feel grateful for your freedom.
Go, be you.
Be happy, funny, bright
insightful you. I want you to.
No judging, no begrudging.
Fly! Be free.
And me?
I’ll make it work.
I’ll make it through.
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Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.