Inside Out
Sometimes we cry because we are left behind
Sometimes we laugh from a memory that fleets by
I can touch her clothes made by her hands that are
So her
And so me
Vibrant colors, tie-dye Pucci and polka dots with flowers
And see the whimsy we shared in items left behind
The funny cute faces on a random item, boot protectors of all things
So her
And so me
Inside her breath, her air, blown by her is most precious – never to be deflated
Missing mom
My heart is broken
A void left I can not fill
Inside, I carry you in my soul and spirit
Outside, in action I exude you
Love, keris
KerisWithaK 