two years ago, the fifth
of January...
you breathed your last
breath
I'd not yet grasped
the reality
that you went...
where angels were to tread
but prepared, you were....
for in loving and
in living
you brought to this daughter...
joy that will never end,
love in her mama's arms
knowledge of true woman-hood
instinct,
to protect.. my young
tools,
for standing.. my ground
intuition and strength,
to be ...
my....
...mother's
...daughter







15 old applause
