From the “2006 Anthology” of Picayune Writer’s Group

Mother, where are you?

Do you remember me?

If only I could find the door

to who you used to be.

I see a look within your eyes

that fills my heart with fear.

Dear mother, where are you now?

I wish you still were here.

Each day we live “the long good-bye”

as you wander far away.

I cannot find my mother now,

and I’ve still so much to say!

Words to bless and keep you,

both here, where you’ve gone.

I pray God grants you mercy

as you travel realms unknown.

Today I’ll hug the stranger

I’ve never met before,

who looks just like my mother did

who’s not here anymore.