Dear Mom

 My Mom at our wedding.  So beautiful!

Thinking you can endure

The impossible, you take your stand.

Brave?  Yes.  But, necessary?

When this moment begs more

Than a cursory format passed

Along to others.  We live

Within requirements given.

Have we not paid the price?

Are we not bereaved?

Are you not grieved?

"I cannot cry.  I just can't."

"Mom, please, let it out!"

With you, we are united,

One heart and soul and mind,

To claim the peace and glory

Of the Lord . . . He's there.

Grieve, cry, and mourn,

Then, celebrate the passing

Of the one you love,

The one God chose for you;

The one and only love

Your heart has ever known.