In communion with my Mother

A journey of four years since penning the Ode

How did it pass, I know not now

Seemed difficult and tears gushed at first

A yawning chasm, seemed full of dust.

As dust to dust, yet at times you felt

Like moonbeams that flit with reality

A word, a thought, a tinkling laugh

All enough to trigger a memory.

Time stands not still, the humdrum life goes on

Taking in its flow, your memories

Till points were reached, where I took a pause

And wondered what your advice to me would be.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing, so they say

In hindsight, I now delight in the wisdom you shared

I know you listen, as I speak in my heart

Things that I still share with you on many a day.

No words needed – a thought, a delight, a question answered

All done - deep within the recesses of my heart

Through cakes that bake, and cleanliness drives

I know your spirit lives on in me.

Times stands not still, with the unseen hand

I’m glad I went through the angst of grief

‘Tis moulded me as nothing else would

Tears cloud my eyes – now in love, not grief.

As I see Dad, living the best he can

Half of a whole, yet whole within.

Your passion & strength, his compassion & love

Ideals to live up to, in this life I live.    

The grief is done, I knew not when

Peace within, I know not how.

'Tis now I feel the meaning of what I wrote then

‘She lives in my life; I’ll hear her in my heart’.

              -Ann Joseph