Momma It Can’t Be True

Momma, It Can’t be true that you’re gone
I love you so much
That night when I saw you, it looked like you were sleeping
You often slept like that
You couldn’t be gone

That  would mean the end of all security
The end of unconditional knowledge of love
The end of everything that I knew of home
It couldn’t be true
You couldn’t be gone

How can you be gone?
I feel a constant urge to call you
And to visit you with gifts
I always wanted to give you presents
Anything to give you joy
How could you be gone?

But I know you are
You’re gone into an invisible realm
And now I’m looking for new sources of security
New perceptions of unconditional love
And a new way of looking at home
There’s truth in that

The answers to my searches haven’t come yet
The hope that I hold to find them is still there
And what I keep is the knowledge that you were so present
For my entire life
What’s left is gratefulness for having been your child
And love for you

By Chrissy Bell