Where does a Mother’s love go
when she is no longer there to give it?
Where does her warmth and kindness end up when she leaves the ground to soar through the clouds on a
rendezvous with God?
What happens to her strength her passion,
her elegance, her grace when her body is
planted in the ground like a marigold in the
spring?
What becomes of those she left behind weak and
still in need of nurturing when she can no
longer be there to nurture them?
Shattered pieces of them go with her.
Hearts shrivel and dry from unrequited emotion.
Where does a Mother’s love go when she can no
longer be there to give it?
Perhaps she’ll tell me when I see her on the
other side.
