bridget ·
[[poetry]]
Mother love timing
I finally felt her essence, her soul,
long after she died.
I felt her depth, her immeasurable love
for me.
Often seeping in just before sleep.
I knew it was her.
Her touch was a familiar soft.
I didn’t ask why it took so long
to feel what was always there.
It wasn’t for me to know.
For that which seemingly wasn’t has merged with the truth of what always was.
Her love.