There is a gaping hole.
Unfillable.
This hole I own until we reconnect once I am done here.
You, my precious first-born, you
May have an inkling of your mother’s love for you.
The depth and breadth are
Unmeasurable.
Life can be overwhelming, and once over we are judged
For contributions to this planet,
and how we handled adversity.
If we didn’t or couldn’t, that’s
Understandable.
To embrace a future without you, beyond comprehension.
For a mother, it is
Unfathomable.
That you are taken from me with violence is,
Unforgivable.
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