My Mom

I loved her strenth and despised her weakness

I praised her mind but disdained her goals

I never thought beyond me when it came to my mom

And now she is gone

So quickly and without a chance to explore further

She’s gone

Is there heaven or hell

Is there purgatory

Is there an abyss of space that supsends the ideas of everyone who crosses over

Waiting in stasis for someone else to catch up and reconnect

What is there but the nothingness that consumes me