for 17 days more than 1,000 miles of heartache you gave us —
waiting, watching as you grieved —
carrying the weight of the world’s eyes —
teaching each and everyone —
grieving mothers have their own —
ways and time to say goodbye.
To grieving mothers of all the gods’ creatures. Birds of a feather. If I could walk on water to lift your spirits, you know I would. A special thought to TM, here: Tahlequah brought you to mind, Sister of my same waters.