Empty but full

My introduction to my forty seventh year
As a spirit in human form
A most humbling experience
With no pomp or fare
The day began as a normal day
And filled with a gloom from within
That on this day when I was born
To wake alone
With no smiles and hugs of young arms
No love to share with a lover’s caress
That this day a most humble moment
I woke to realise
We come alone into this world
And we shall return to His side, as we arrived
Alone
But through that day, whispers, calls and messages
Through space, came words and greetings
Of joy and happiness
And the day filled with blessings continued
As children’s pureness and innocence
Did shower a mother will pride
Through unselfish love and care
All they did, they did with unconditional love
A mother’s true pride and joy resides
In her children and their characters
Of love plus joy
An addiction to kisses and hugs
Smiles and surprises
As twice, blindfolded
Two surprises unfolded
From their own imagination
Of wishing me a happy birthday
A poster card they created
And a cake
We prayed together
As a message for the soul was reminded to them
As their mother increases in age
They will one day face this world without her
So, take the moments and advice
Cling to the memories and wisdom
One day, dear children
When Mama is gone
Hold onto the faith
And become the best you can
For it is in this that your mother did strive
To survive
~LorraineNur~