She lives in a theater, she lives by the sea.
She lives in my soul, she lives within me.
I see her face, pieces in mine.
How I learn, her voice, still kind.
We age together, though she is not here.
She teaches the importance of releasing my fear.
I see her differently the older I grow.
Her death is a comfort, as I, too, will pass, I know.
Parents and children, a curious bunch.
Let them be, for in time, there is much.
Relationships are complex, there is no other.
Give, forgive, embrace the love and grace.
Gently and sweetly, I kiss my mother.