Many years ago, I had a nightmare
about losing mom - I still,
vividly remember that night,
Waking up crying inconsolably,
and wrapping onto mom tightly,
Dreading, she would vanish, if not.
Back then, She held me gently,
Patted my back, smiled sweetly,
And said, it was good omen…
But Now, that nightmare is reality ..
that nightmare, is my life.
She’s gone…. forever.
one minute, she was there
Gone, the next minute …
Mom, we weren’t prepared.
No time to say goodbye,
No opportunity to hug,
To say, we love you …
kiss her forehead,
or hold her in our arms,
Just One Last Time…
Mom, we weren’t prepared.
We were just going about our lives,
and without a warning,
She is no longer in our lives.
No sound, no drama ..
Just silence, all around.
Mom, we weren’t prepared.
Rumi Said,
Life is a balance between
hanging on and letting go…
But, how does one let go,
how does one cope,
the excruciating pain…
the sudden loss,
We weren’t prepared for.
Losing both parents,
is not about “moving on”
it’s a perpetual homesickness.
It’s learning to live -
with an invisible weight.
Mom, we weren’t prepared.
Ache is constant,
quiet and deeply rooted.
Emptiness is permanent,
loud and hits hard.
Sadness coexists,
with inner strength.
Mom, we weren’t prepared.
