The temperamental softer side
touches and plays with loss
yesterday was easy to say goodbye.
Today against 4 equal promises
voices tempt to tell me otherwise,
the whole hole you left inside
it was no surprise my optimism was fooled.
All emotions have been buried and covered up
still, the soil is swept clean
exposing these sensitive words
a son losing his mother to cancer.
I can already tell just how much quieter
that big kitchen of hers will sound
in the deafening silence
everyone is standing around.
The void is still as big and wide
as the day she left
ordinary or otherwise
November is here again
to celebrate her life.
Happy Birthday Mom.
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