With Us Still

In life, true blessings are rare.

Bright, all-knowing eyes,

a gifted smile,

a gentle hand,

to fend away unwelcome pain.

When gone,

so goes a special ray of sunlight.

But somehow a feeling is shared,

knowing sunlight touches only me,

with knowing eyes,

and a whispered touch of a gentle hand.

From this life to the next,

life’s blessings have been doubled.

And I know,

a mother’s love,

lives on forever.

She smiles still.