Silver strands of hair
Long silver, wavy hair, unkempt spread out on her pillow.Her blue, grey and yellow eyes sometimes empty, sometimes containing an echo of her - suddenly sharp and focused, loving
I hold her hand, and teach her the love she taught me - she echoes it back to me for the next 9 days of visits - a gentle but firm clench of my hand meaning "I love you"
Yet, my mum is barely here anymore. Her body fights, but she is already almost out the door.
Her humor still sparking, the laughter in her eyes coming back now that her lost memories have healed her trauma
My little strong mum, strong no more.
As I lost you before I knew you were lost, I dig into your boxes of letters, photos, research and unfinished projects - looking for who you once were
Before he broke you, before you gave up healing yourself to survive for us, your daughters.
I search desperately for the photos of your joy, your humor, your sparking intelligence, your beautiful long wavy dark hair
My strong little mum
Goodbye
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2025-05-15 at 02:08
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