In silence, I saw a long shadow cast upon the ground as a warrior stood proud and tall,
With one long look upon her breathless form, to his knees I saw this fierce fighter fall.
No longer stood the man so brave and tough, but a little boy took his place as he cried,
He fought through the grief and the pain that overwhelmed him, to say to her his final good-byes.
He held her hand, caressed her face, and through teary eyes looked upon her full of love and grace,
This was his first friend, his guiding light, and in the storms of his life she was his anchor,
This was his first ever love, his North Star
… this was his mother.
How was he to face another day without her, to breathe, or even speak out loud?
Did he do enough, did he say enough, could he be enough to really make her proud?
As he kissed her forehead, I saw a broken-hearted little boy down on his knees so small.
Yet, silence and noise, reality and dream, gave way as this warrior once again stood tall.
In Remembrance of Elizabeth A. Vanaria – who passed away Saturday at 1:00 am on July 6, 2019
Till next time,