Maybe I’ll take a page out of your story mother
It was beautiful when you played it out in my head
Green backdrop
Sun shining
The smell of pine
Or maybe forest
The smell of bark
Aroma of nature
Because you were a wild woman
That wanted to be set free
Surrounded by only those you loved
Because who would travel out to the middle of nowhere
Except for the ones that loved you just as hard
Your dress
Flowing and crimson red
Because you were not the delicate white flower
That these occasions paint people to be
You were fire
Ignited by your love for life
Fueled by your love for laughter
You glowed bright
Because the last thing you ever wanted
Was to fade into the crowd
Diamonds embedded in white gold
Laid upon a bed of moss
Because satin pillows were too fragile
For the way you planned on spending your nights
I know you mother
You would of walked that path solo
To the man who held your heart
As we all gazed upon your beauty
But I, mother
I didn’t want to walk that isle lonely
I am not sure how I will face that day
I will be filled with happiness and love
But I will also be broken
How can I hand this man my heart?
He will feel the deception
He will feel it light
For it lost its fullness
When I lost you
How mother?
How will I have the strength
To put on that dress
The strength you had in crimson red
I will crack in eggshell white
How will I hear the echo of the song?
The song of a story that is about to begin
When all I will hear is a reminder
Of when the echo of your laughter
ceased to exist
I will imagine you there, mother
I will save you a seat
I will hold your hand
I will save you a dance, mother
Because that is all I can do
That’s all that I can
I will wear crimson upon my chest
To give me your strength
I will place the rainforest upon
My table tops to represent
Freedom
To represent
Life
I will surround myself with the people
I love
and the people that love me just as hard
I will fill my life with laughter
Because that is the only way I will be able
To keep you alive in my life
I will try not to taint every happy moment
with the sadness of my loss
I will try not to grey out every sunshine
With the rainclouds of my tears
But I don’t think my future chapters
Will ever be as bright, mother
I don’t think my story will ever be As beautiful
as the story you painted me
Because every chapter I write
from Now on
will be void of your presence
Will be void of you voice
Will be void of your smile
Will be void of a giant piece of me
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