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.