Mother, I love life and I bless your heart for I knew the bliss of your unconditional love.
Mother, you cry and you bleed
and I
can not help you.
Mother, I know the day I died you tried
oh so desperately
to breathe life into my lungs
and that moment you attached yourself to the anchor of my death.
Mother.
I know you miss me. I know it is not fair. I know you love me.
Please, mother, live, carry me forever out into the sun of your loving my brothers
as you love me.
And, mother, do know that your love would have grown me into the man you dreamed of.
I love you.
4.1.2015 The title is a reference to Michelangelo's statue. The poem is a humble tribute to a most dear friend whose son died suddenly; he had just turned fourteen and died on the third day of last february. Her grief is beyond imagination.