For Beefche

My friend is sad today
her mother is gone
her very own mommy
who birthed her and held her
and yelled sometimes
and did great things
and made bad dinners
and remembered the funny story
about the time when my friend was three
and loved her all her life

I am sad just to know
that there is such sorrow
of no more lovely mother
and no more "you were themost beautiful girl..."
Mother's keep our stories
and with them pieces of ourselves
tied up in long forgotten ribbons on dead flowers
and written in pictureson crumbling yellow paper

I am amazed to find
there are no words to fix this
there are surely words enough
to breakand tear and injure
but none now that I want to fix
this motherless world
for one loved heartI have only this-

I will wait with you
while you find your way
back to all the pieces of you
and all the stories of her
and the way she laughed
and her undone things
and the hope of an Easter
for everyone we've loved
and all the pieces of ourselves
that they carried away with them
to sit at the feet of God.