It has been a year since the QueenMother died..
I find it strange that I still have issues with her..
I find I still miss her..
A year after her death this is how I feel..

The Quiet……

The quiet strikes a chord as I enter your room
The frantic flight, the drive on unfamiliar roads coated with ice
like I imagined your heart to be.

The hours between living and dying
You in the bed, eyes open, not breathing.
Gone they said.
She is gone.

Could you not have waited for me..
I needed.
Selfishly.

I miss you Mother, how strange that seems.
I who should be used to death
Still rail at your passing…

I never ever heard the words I needed…
You died before I could hear them.
I touched your cold face,
I closed your unseeing eyes..
And I wept.