In my reflection,
My mother watches me from
Far beyond the stars.

Others see her born
Again in me; they hear her
Every time I speak.

But I hear only
Me, and I see her only
Once in a great while.

I wish I saw her
More. I wish she were here to
Offer counsel, or

Even just a hug.
I wish I didn’t have to
Seek her out in a

Photo or in a
Memory, and I hope my
Children will never

Know this kind of pain.
I hope they’ll never have to
Seek me far beyond

The stars or wonder
What might have been, if only I
Hadn’t gone away.

(c) 2015. All rights reserved.

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