What I remember is
The statue of Mary
The roses
Bursting with color
In full bloom
Begging for bees
To taste their nectar
This was your favorite spot
To sit and meditate
I remember ovaltine
The comfort
Of your arms
You had 13 children
And never knew how
To adjust the recipe
After they left home
Me and my brother
Were no match
For this feast
You, the woman who
Gave to every soul in need
I remember your house
And how empty it felt
When you left this earth
I was 12 and never felt
A loss so huge
I remember hearing my mom
Weeping
At 3 am
After working doubles
Imagining the crater that you
Left in her heart
Would never find sutures...
~Amber Comber
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