she’s gone, my mom
her memories linger
like her sweet motherly scent
the enticing aroma of her cooking
mothers are magical
no way to be without one
how they love us, even when we’re bad
especially when we’re good
she died way too young
only 59 in 1986
wish we had more time
so many foregone memories
we reminisce more
the older we get
the more of life behind us
than ahead
boys and girls need their moms
to grow, become men and women
men and women need their moms
to remember the eternal child within them
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Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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