My mother was a gifted soul.
However , even though she is thought us in "permanent rest"
True fired spirits never die. They live forever.
Guiding me onward as she always has.
I feel her spirit lift me as I grow tired and I fall weak and cry.
She fills my heart with bravery and her wisdom.
Mom has and will always love me.
Even if her physical form cannot be with me.
Her soul walks with me and guides me through the darkest of days.
She knows that I miss her and need her, still.
For even after death, she lives on.
With me. Through me.
My mother's will.