You've known her presence all your life,
she carried you inside her,
breathing as one.
Too few the moments- watching your daughter smile as your mother held your grandson,
four generations,
together.
Words are not sufficient to bridge
the chasm of loss;
only love can do that.
The love of God poured out like a mother-
sacrifice.
She is forever held in the arms of God,
in your memories,
in our hearts;
Honoring together your precious mother Carmela.
Hurling toward an unknown end,
skidding without brakes/bracing
for catastrophic fallout.
Rumors of financial collapse
of the interconnected chains of supply
global economy; bye-bye.
Do we spend or save
buy or sell
how do we eat- how do we live?
How to prepare for the future-
overwhelming bombardment
arrows of fear wounding.
Scaffolds and waves
Ricocheting,
looming over me.
Survival is simple
but .... accustomed to comfort,
access, and ease.
Vanishing Familiarity.
So I request wisdom to foretell
and dismiss the hindsight shame.