My Mother's Passing

[Richard]

My mom passed last year, so I wrote this for her and me:

My Mother's Passing

In my memories you
Are enormous, gigantic.
You shadow everything,
When reaching down,
And I’m reaching up,
You block out the sun.
 
My recollection is so poor.
I remember the feeling.
But your image is old
Like the day you died.
 
On the cold table between the chaos,
Of family flooding in all around,
They were looking to me.
I was on my tip toes.