Even the Rogue Child is Loved

I was the child
that made you old,
I was also the girl
that couldn't be told

I was a rogue wave
and couldn't see how,
that I was cherished
I'll never know now

when you went away
without word or a sigh,
I was forever bereft
we didn't get a goodbye

over time I've painted
my pictures in words,
I cried out my heart
in the differing verbs

I wish I could harness
and saddle a star
and fly to your side
but you're so very far

I dream conversations
in the depths of the night,
some seem so real
that we start to fight

but as in the wonder
that walked this earth,
forgiveness was quick
from the time of my birth

on a stone tablet
that I've hung on my heart
I etch in your name
each time it crumbles apart

of the,

four thousand eight hundred
and fifty three days,
I cannot count every tear
I've shed as I swayed

now I celebrate the life
you lived without fear,
as I smooth out this page
I feel a presence is near

I am writing a canto
that goes on for miles
I wish you could read it
its for you and I smile

I write in your name
life wasn't for naught,
in mantles of flames
your spirit is caught

burning through history
your memory shall shine,
I am a poetess
writing a shrine

for a mother who never
ever, gave up on me
I will bleed every word
till my veins have run free