the voice of my mother,
gone now for over sixty years.
If my mother had lived,
she’d be 100 today,
and who could know how
she’d see the world..
If my mother had lived,
would she be in awe,
or, like most of us,
take what we have for granted?
If my mother had lived,
she’d have seen so many
wondrous things, like
artificial hearts and transplants,
both of which might have
helped her live.
But my mother did not live,
and she missed so much,
like her son, living
in a lovely life,
with a wonderful wife,
not fully free of strife,
but free now, at peace,
mostly happy, often joyful,
always in prayer,
knowing his mother did live on,
in a different form,
in a perfect realm.
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