Eileen wip
Do you know my mother?
If you don't, don't even bother
She left our Earth three years from this day
That's not true, just something that sounds neat to say
You can't visit any gravestone
And there'as no memorial to kiss
She's resting at peace in a way she can exist
Something of her body I left there in the lake
A tribute meant to recognize the weird choices that we make
Some things got lost
And then some people got left
We all know well the maddened minds of the bereft...
Now nothing is the same, nor should it ever be
My mother lives every mothers day
She's the only one that's free