When it’s Quiet

How can it be that since I was born, you were always there

And then when it’s quiet, you're gone…..

Like an evening sunset, you were so vibrant and colourful,

you were an expression of love and mothering.

You were a home, a friend, and confidant.

For so many years I looked to you,

I look back on the many places and things we have done.

And now it’s quiet, you're gone.

Where did the mum I knew fly to?

I know as you struggled to leave this earth and your body was worn, you cannot be gone.

Not really gone.

I glimpse you now and again, younger, lively and laughing.

I know the mum that you were is still the mum that you are .

In the photo album you are still there, my life, your life, children, animals, places, the imprint of you everywhere.

So when it’s quiet I will look for you, when it’s quiet I will listen.

The empty space that is left in my life without you is waiting,

waiting to hear you, waiting to see you.

When you are ready mum, when it’s quiet.