Heather Jephcott writes

My Rose (2)   

I remember her with tears in my eyes
because she left a big hole in my heart and life
no one ever cared for me like she did
no one totally human, that is.

I remember the last time I saw her standing

waving goodbye to us.
We had hugged just before,
a beautiful soft, cuddly hug.
I didn't know it then, but I did ask the question,
"What would it be like if that was the last time I saw her
standing waving goodbye?"

I remember now that it was the last time.

She was standing among her flowers
beautiful but with a quiet loneliness
surrounding her.
I lost her so quickly.
She had not wanted to go but was prepared.
I sang to her when she was flat on her back
unable to move,
the days before we knew there was no hope, no waking.

I remember her

with tears, with smiles
 
still with a hole in my heart

no one will ever be able
to fill this hole the way she did.
I can accept that
and be grateful
for having had such a wonderful mum.

Our Walk -- Claudia Tremblay