A few months back, My Mom passed away
A cavernous void, I try to fill each day
Her return home, Has left me lost
Tethered and nailed, To a humbling cross
Some days, I just stay in bed
Waiting for the heavens, To fall on my head
A broken-winged angel, Learns to fly
No songs to sing, In silence she cries
Dust to dust, Never gone
In God we trust, To be reborn
Memories and dreams, Replace the physical
Bathed in white light, I’ve become invisible
Some fall, Others stumble
Praising thrones and walls, Alone we crumble