Never met

Free verse I had to write about someone's passing.

Never met her.

I don't know if she was left handed or if she liked Downton Abbey.

She wouldn't have known me from my mother's first cousin twice removed

Still, she is on my mind.

My thoughts shift to her, her pain, the pain of her family.

The moments and years that they will go through without their mama.

I feel a sharp pain because there will be a husband, a little one and two older sisters that will come back to a home without their mama that is filled with memories of her.

That thought drips down my cheeks and tightens in my lungs.

Tears heavy on my eyelashes I look up to wipe my eyes and I see a brief moment of shining light.

She would see the light too, because she had her own long talks with her father.

He showed her what that light really was and she had peace.

I wonder why this women I never met touched me so deeply. It is because she was meant to. 

She was meant to open the eyes of this mama that rushes so much and thinks too much and worries too much.

She was meant to show me how she lived so well in her last days.

Her brown eyes and smile so bright despite the decay of her body as she sees her daughter. 

Every sentiment meant to take care of her family after her own hands would no longer be able.

She is peace.  Not at peace but she is actual peace, for me and everyone else who heard her story.  

 Only the people who elevate our hearts like she did could hurt them so much when they are gone.

I never met her, but I am so thankful she was here.

 

Author's Note

Please excuse my grammer.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the thoughts in the poetry. Honest, strong and true.
"Only the people who elevate our hearts like she did could hurt them so much when they are gone.
I never met her, but I am so thankful she was here."
The above lines solid and very true. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote