my mom passed 25 years ago today,
I was so much younger then
I had to drive that morning to see her
already gone
on the car radio one of her favorite songs
oh babe, hurricane smith
…just to walk with you along the Milky Way …
the doctor says she’s in a better place
I get angry and say I don’t think so
her feet were the softest they had ever been,
cleared finally after years of poor circulation
the day before she makes a joke
about the Exit sign, winks and blows a kiss my way
decades
and my heart is still broken
Chagall 2019
Alphabet City 
I am sorry for your loss. I think and hope health professionals are now better informed about the ways people cope with bereavement.
Thank you for your sentiment. -CC
So sad 😞 I lost my mom too decades ago but I understand what you are going through. Heart breaking lines.
Thank you for your thoughts. Time does not heal; rather it accumulates more life atop the wound. —CC
I know and understand…My mother died in 1988, 21 years ago and I think of her every day…she will be with you forever…all the best to you, greetings from an ex-New Yorker (Spaniard) who used to go down to Alphabet City (in the late 70’s) when it was a war zone down there. Now it is beautiful…All the best
Thank you, Francisco, for your comments. Unless you meant ’98, ’88 was 31 years ago. 1960s were great down in Alphabet City. Mostly 2nd generation European families and first generation Puerto Ricans – a wonderful melting pot. The 70s did change things for certain, the details of which are not relevant here. All the best to you too. Your art is wonderful.
I’m sorry for the loss of your mom. Time doesn’t exist when it comes to grief. (My mom died almost 4 years…still like yesterday, so I understand….)
Grief, once manifest, is then forever.
So true. (I lost my younger son two years ago and some people think I should be “over it” by now. Doesn’t work that way….)
I agree. It does not work that way, as you say. Grief creates a field of grief around itself as well. People are perpetually sorry for the loss of those around them. I believe that it is fair to say that some have lost more than others – loss of a child is greater than the loss of a parent, for example, as it goes against what feels like the natural order – the loss of promise, opportunities foregone. Certain chapters are forever open.
You explain that so perfectly. There is no closure on certain losses.