Mom: The Clasp Of My Life

An ethereal entity caressing past my life,

Destiny was it,

I could feel the warmth of her hand,

For only too short a time.

The scent of your body,

Sprinkled with perfume,

For me to breathe.

The heartbeat of our home,

Her love as pure as gold,

Unblemished like a clear sky,

Pouring down scintillating hailstones,

Diffusing an aura of benevolence.

Floundering throughout life,

Never halting for breath,

Nor for leisure,

Hands rotting, never resting,

Pleased to bestow her life

For her scions

Her mouth never escaping a word.

A love so unique,

It is neither acquired nor deserved,

Your memory a treasure,

Missed beyond measure.

I still feel her stare on my face,

The thousand kisses she planted,

The eternal hug,

Lasting for moments longer,

The sweets of laughter.

Never can I completely repay her,

But I did as much as I could,

Nursed her until

She was no more,

And will idolize her until

I am no more.