Reflections in her memory sear through layers in my heart.
Pain, a resistant strain. Patiently waiting for moments ripe; slithering its way to attention. Aching reminiscence of what we lost.
Memories brushing the back of my head I lay down on her lap. Whether fate’s intention, together we become. Entangled with reality, forever we are one.
Emotions enhance what is believed. Awareness real, regardless what’s seen. Her presence near when I grieve, and when I miss her I am relieved.
Like whispers of love in lucid dreams. Motherly-kisses trickle downstream. Tears shedding barriers thought previously.
Within, her memory sanguinely alive. Investments of wisdom instilled with pride.
I welcomed the mournings; opportunities to meet. Relationship with angels, maintained within me.
About the Creator
Pablo Angel Castro
Attorney by day, martial arts by night. I am the head grappling instructor for former UFC Heavyweight champion Stipe Miocic.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To give someone something to behold is beautiful in it of itself.”
-PAC
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