In Loving Memory...

It's been sixteen years since my mother passed.
It's time to put it into words as last.
This time of year always brings some fear;
But still rejoicing in the blessings that are near.

For us independence day takes on a different matter;
Our mother fought bravely but in end it shattered.
Given the choice she would have endured just the same;
In her love there is hope and no room for shame.

I feel her closely watching my steps;
Loving me from a distance, not as far as one might expect.
Her spirit lives on in the pieces we share,
With others who don't know she is even there.

If ever I wish to see her face,
I walk to the mirror and take my place.

Before me I'll meet her in the reflection I see;

Encouraging me to be as brave as she.

I'll fight my fight and take what I can.
She taught me strength, stronger than any man.

My mommy is closer than any of us knew;
So there's no need to feel sad and blue. 

Tasha Dawn
June 13, 1957- July 2, 1995