you lingered in life…at the edges of consciousness and sleep

not always quite here, most definitely not gone…

your days opened and closed in an endless spool of time…i can only imagine how the lingering seemed to you

we made the most of each day, each experience, and moment…each breath, each grasp, and gesture

we weren’t able to say good bye in a proper sense…pandemic rules; no service, no flowers atop your grave…only whispered words and comforting touch; these i hold in my mothers’ heart

and in a sense you linger still, here in my heart, with me always

©️2024