The Missing You Never Stops . . .

. . . but you are part of me, Mom, so I still find joy.

Mom with Nana, great grandma, and me.

me 4 generations

The Wake

The house is in stillness

laying in wait for the chaos

Yet to come.

I sip,

I breathe,

I wait.

I hear you sing.

I feel your gentle embrace.

I know your love.

By Martha L Shaw – © 3-20-14

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