She would be ninety-two today
if I had my way
Back to where we were
Fast approaching her annual Day.
But now I feel too anonymously alone.
She took my best self memories with her.
I wanted to go a bit further to life’s bone
with her empathic comfort skills
expanding our mutual listening ZeroZone.
She often cautioned
against going too far alone
to speak denser wisdom
preferred traveling together
today’s too volatile weather.
I miss her custodial care
And listen for her fast and far accessed awareness
together born of ancient DNA solidity
returning her most resilient revisiting integrity
Within this slow-paced dare,
our timelessly untraveled changing day
and night right time
to renew her listening care
more internally unspoken rhymes
compared to her
more accomplished communal way.
She must be ninety-two today
when I’ve had my best way
Back to where we are
Fast approaching each ReBirth Day.