Heaven

When mothers leave, they go to heaven

For heaven is in a mother’s heart

When children cry, they seek heaven

For heaven is in a mother’s arms

“I miss waking up to the sheer delight

In your assuring whispers

In your quiet comfort

In our sacred bond

I miss the peace that swaddled me

In your smile

In your embrace

In our sweet laughter.”

When mothers love, they go to depths

Where children thrive

Where children dance

In the glorious light of moons abound

Where spirits twirl and angels prance

In gilded robes

Laced in the sweet fragrance of divine reverie

Her heart is at peace and home.

Because her children hold on to every memory

And hope for a haven

In love. Heaven.

— for my mother, who transitioned sixteen years ago today.