A card my Mum will never read, a rose she will never smell, an embrace she will never feel again, a kiss she will never get, the words "I Love You" she will never hear again.
What would I give for being able to see my Mum, to hold her tiny hands, to kiss her and hug her until she disappears in my arms (that's how small she was). And tell her how much I love her with all my heart. Not just on this day, but every day. Instead, my heart is crumbling down with sadness and grief as I am trying to come to terms with the loss of the dearest person. Beloved Mum who gave me the most precious gift - the gift of life and love. It has only been over a week and the pain of losing her is unbearable. Too raw to write about.
There is one hope I have deep inside. That she always knew how much I loved her, with an unconditional love and beyond any words. That the special bond between us will never break, even after she has gone. Because I will always carry her in my heart, wherever I am and whatever I do.
I love you, Mum. Forever.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e.e. cummings
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Your words and cumming’s words are beautiful
Thank you very much, Karen.