#YearningEchoes

I was just fifteen when it happened,
When my whole world crumbled.

I never took death seriously,
It was one of those things I knew would happen but did not care enough to wish it did not happen to me.

Please don't fear,
It's not a dead person typing this poem.

I am not dead,
But one part of me is.

Benson Boone wrote 'In The Stars,'
And in my reality, my mum is in the stars.

I don't know whether she's watching me,
But google search on 'comforting poems after losing a loved one' said she is.

One especially,
Though please forgive me, I can't remember her name clearly spoke to me.

She said "Do not stand at my grave and weep, for I am not there."
She followed up in a few lines below with "I am in the winds that blow."

And I must say,
That poem really gave me comfort.

It pieced parts of me that were to be fixed,
And left some parts that will always be in my heart.

Parts I dedicate to my mum,
A woman who gave motherhood her all.

I disobeyed,
I stood at my mother's grave and wept.

And even till this day,
I still weep.

But though these longings are laughable,
And my mum coming back very impossible.

I believe she's here with me.

For she's the wind that blows on those rainy nights,
And come the next morning,
She's the sun that gives light to the dark nights.

© Ifeamareme Uchechi Favour

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