Who am I? Who was I? Who is she? Who was he? What the hell happened over here?

I found this poem in a notebook yesterday, some of my reflections in December. It is a poem of reflection of the growth, faith and promise that can come from the darkest of times. It touches death, grief and chronic illness and all the things I have been living with the past few years. It is a poem of gratitude for when you lose there is always something left. It is a celebration of motherhood and the mother and daughter team.

As his light expired

I lost a piece of my heart.

Soulmates finally found,

Soulmates viciously ripped apart.

Achingly little warning

Terrifying tumultuous morning.

As his light grew dim,

Partial breathing, clammy skin,

My strength came forth force indestructible

His closing reconstruction,

The Magus work complete.

Only God could repeat or delete.

His light is still burning,

Our soul child remains.

My life force ignited daily,

Heightened sense of how to play.

From the union of hearts and minds,

Blessed creature brilliant and divine.

For my remaining lucky pairing,

I’ve gratitude abound.

Her measure surpasses us both

In ways you can’t imagine

And there’s unexpected beauty

In actions that are hard to fathom.

Our soul child caught a sickness

That’s impact still remains.

She fights it like a Warrior,

As with he she never complains.

Never complains and never cries,

A lesser soul would have run the river dry.

My wonder rarely wearing

Devotion completely unending,

Blessed with many good times

We teleport to re-live those highs.

Forever changed wounds healed some healing,

Something like a bridge of sighs.

Evolving, growing, building,

Our new life as we must.

With faith placed in the Universe,

The Universe will be Just.