My mother’s warm house is now empty.
Her laugh, her laugh no longer rings throughout
my life, but I take comfort in the stars
A blanket of stars never meant so much,
but now they stand for all the times
giggles bounced off my bedroom walls, as
my squirming body was tucked in by
by warn tired hands; my mother’s hands
Billions, no trillions of stars to
guide me, to show me the way
in dark uncertain times just as
my mother’s words have guided
me countless times before
Lastly, she had a smile that
brightened my life and I find
this too in the stars.
I look to the know blurry galaxy
and whisper, “Goodnight,
I love you mom.”
My co-worker lost her mother and “I’m sorry for your loss” didn’t seem like enough. Mother’s are so special and I can’t even imagine losing mine, so I made a poem for her. The poem is about finding comfort in the stars because they bring familiarity and remembrance of a mothers irreplaceable wonderful qualities. If you’ve lost your mother I hope you can also find her in some way.