"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.

I followed in her footsteps,
never led astray.
Her smile to me was sunshine,
each and every day.
My hand always fit in hers,
and i never had any doubt,
of how much she cared for me
and that I would never be left without.
Years passed and my hand grew
to the size of hers.
When i was sick
she stayed by my side
and let her health subside.
The day came when the phone rang,
and my fathers voice called us all home.
The news was that she would be leaving us soon,
and there was nothing to be done.
Emotions erupted,
hearts ached,
tears streamed down our faces.
How could we go a day without our mother?
someone who could never be replaced.
Should I find comfort that she will never have to grow old?
That she is not hurting anymore?
Is it wrong to be stubborn and selfish?
I would rather have her here with me now
instead of being only reachable by mere words.
Two years, or two days
it doesnt change the pain.
Not only did I lose my mother,
I lost my best friend,
my shoulder of support,
my secret keeper.
Her grandchildren will only know her through the words that we provide them,
they will only hear her laugh on old family videos
and remember her smile from a photograph.
She was such a remarkable woman,
The impact that she made on my life
will forever last.

~Alisia