I couldn't summarize, nor did I find words.
It isn't so much a writer's block,
my muse was close at hand.
Right there in front of me.
Pretty, picture perfect, posing,
imposing an awkward silence.
I tried fencing the flutter,
before the thought left
each time I tried a rope, it fell apart.
I wiped that strange tear,
and started all over again.
Each time I tugged and pulled
I got weaker.
Like the spider she told me about several years ago
The one that weaved the web
the web that got destroyed
"the spider never gave up
it kept at it and wove it once over, again."
Keep at it, don't give up,
She didn't.
And now, The Eulogy:
'here lies the woman,
servile daughter, loving sibling
beautiful wife, strong mother.
She dreamt, wished, worked and believed
and the cosmos delivered.
Her sorrow was big
But I know she stood like that rock to the waves,
unwavering in joy and sorrow alike,
sheltering two of us,
and then many.'
'here lies the woman
who always had a smile to spare
even when she slept.
What did she dream of-
"Mother Theresa" she said once.'
'here lies my mother
far away from me in another world,
yet so near I could feel her
breath on my palm sometimes
may be from the way she kissed me when I was too small.'
'here lies my friend,
my coach, my mentor
who taught me the most important things in life
are Faith, relationship and love'
'here lies my philosopher,
the one who believed
in the power of man's will
while she knew that nothing could supersede God's.'
'here lies the woman,
my mother, my father, my brother
my comrade, my teacher,
my God in human form,
far away yet so near.
So very near to me'
