Puddles

It’s been a year and a day

Since her daughter, that bright

Spot in her life, her everything, has

Left her, leaving a dark hole, and a deep

Pit where love, hope, and warmth 

Once resided. She knows her

Daughter didn’t leave her

By choice and that every-

One dies, but it still

Hurts so much, 

She cries a lot

At night.

The rain came last night,

Leaving puddles on the asphalt,

Shimmering in their glory like a thousand

Puddles of molten silver, rippling and lapping over 

The edges of their confines, and she wonders 

If her daughter’s soul wasn’t like that,

Wanting to get out but never being

Freed from its prison until now,

And as she looks at the water,

She thinks of how her 

Daughter liked to 

Jump in them,

But now she is gone,

Her life is but the passing

Ripple on the surface of a silver

Puddle that remains unchanged by all

Her daughter as done. It hurts to

Think this, but she knows it is

True in the general sense, but

That even after the ripples 

Fade, her daughter’s

Legacy lives on.