My little poem

I found this little poem that I had written to submit to the Washington Post for their 'Life is short' series...and then they stopped running it. So here it is:

Mum is our world. Maybe she’s the gravity that tethers us together.

Suddenly she’s gone – unexpected, devastating.
Feet of clay, yet feeling like we might float away on unending waves of grief.
Her love allowed us to soar as individuals with no fear of becoming lost.

I am the Mum now.
Her munchkins depend on me to anchor them without hurting their tiny toddler wings.
I never had time to ask how she did it.

It is what it is...

A very wise woman used to tell me that all the time - it is what it is. Those silly 5 words were often enough to talk me 'off the ledge' when life became so overwhelming that I didn't know how to take another step. Mum could put it all into perspective with that phrase, over and over again.

But Mum is gone now - and no matter what it is - it isn't very good anymore. I'm hoping a journey taken with my heart, my mind and my fingers will help to make it better. It is what it is...