I visited my mothers grave today
I spoke to her as though she was by my side
I spoke of the flowers that adorn her stone
Of the things I have done and
Of the things I have seen
But I began to wonder
Where is her spirit?
Where were the shadows lurking among the trees?
Where were the whispers among the blowing wind?
Where were the feelings of fear of something not really there?
Why were they gone?
I remember the day she passed away
The whole family was there
Friends were there too
We were gathered around her bed
praying for the relief of her pain
We were there when she took her last breath
We watched as her skin turned white
finally cleared of all the scars and sores
of her disease
But what happened to her spirit?
Did it disappear with the scars?
Did it go silent as she breathed her last?
Did the warm winds carry it away
to a higher place?
Is it still there among those who now live
in her old home?
Why could I not see?
Why could I not hear?
I hear others speak of seeing
their loved ones who have gone
Of how they hear their voices in the night
I cannot say the same
Do they really see?
Do they really hear?
Her pain is gone
Her scars are gone too
Where is her spirit?