My Mom – September 10, 2019

She is…

both alive in me

And gone to this world.


She is…

My baggage

I will never drop

And always pick up

Teetering on the verge of sanity.


She is…

The wind

That plays in the leaves

That jostle the grasses

To make the most beautiful



She is…

The voice

I hear

Humming in my ear

Peacefully putting me to sleep

There when I’m lost

Bringing me home.


She is…

My heartbeat

The thumping in my chest

Time and again

Cueing my will

Posturing my seat at the table.


It’s funny how the little moments,

tucked in your pocket.

A reminder

How strong

I’ve always had to be.


She is…

she was

And she will always be

With me,

My mom.

14 thoughts on “My Mom – September 10, 2019

    1. Thank you so much 😊. I really enjoy your posts, and the English translations. I read through the French first, but have to go to the English to fully understand. I only know un pue :). Enjoy the remainder of your evening.


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