Mama - love

Mary-Ann,
When I see the letters of your name, I feel love. I am permeated by you. By everything you absorbed in your life - what was beautiful and what was painful. My breath started with you, my life began with you. Our connection is eternal, like the tiniest birds singing in the morning.

The birds you loved so much.
The birds that are always here,
in the stillness of winter and in the new green of spring.

Mary-Ann,
It has been so long since you were my mother. We lived together for a long time, very close to each other. Where are you now? You are very close and yet far away. I feel your hands on my back. I feel your support.

Mary-Ann,
Do you know that I am writing to you? The candles are burning and the light of the lamp shines on my table. It is quiet and dark, as I look at your photo and feel your warmth. You passed life on. Slowly, it finds new ways.

December 2021