motherless

This is a poem I wrote a few days after my mom’s funeral on December 22, 2016

we sit in this place

I see our faces

the curve of our shoulders

vacant stares

empty smiles

Motherless.

It’s not a new experience

but another, heavier

layer of the life we’ve had

another heavier layer of life

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