Draft mom

Upon the passing of my mother,
I set out to find books on greiving the loss of
Someone who had literally given me life
I stumbled across a book denoting daughters who were motherless.
I am not motherless.
My mom may have passed but her words carry on
She may be resting but the lessons she taught me
Play on a loop in the back of my mind
And while no more direct words of wisdom will fall from her lips,
I remember how she behaved ways she reacted to situations
And every time I am faced with adversity I remember her and while
The lessons she taught me were not always spoken and
The moments we shared were not always palpable
She had a way of knowing
Just what you needed, before you needed it.
And while my mother is
Elsewhere, she is stitched into my mind
With the strongest thread she could find.