ELEGY Poem: My Mother’s Elegy

You were almost biblical:
A guide, a guardian, a saviour
Shining, with the bright light of hope
Set deep in your eyes
Flying off your tongue
Anchored in your hands.

You were an extension of myself
Or rather, I was an extension of you.
You gave me your eyes, your warmth, your whimsy
I gave you my love, my trust, my devotion
With my tiny hand.

You did not have an easy life
But your spirit was unconquerable
And now that your time has come
And my eyes are all but desiccated
All I will say is this:
These words were born of pain and pen
You were one.
You were all.
You will never be again.

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