A moment parlously cathartic,
A time spent submerged in seas of tears,
Terribly stricken by grief and heavy sorrow,
Looking forward to a speedy healing,
A reeling healing through her burial,
My mother’s burial,
Yet it proved an insignificant step towards it,
Buried, her body was,
But not her,
As for closure,
The page can be turned,
But the book can never be closed,
And never will it be.