I will bury her tomorrow

I will bury my mother tomorrow

We’ll hold hands together

By the river bank

We’ll watch the sun rise tomorrow

And she will see it set no more.

That sun will set on our dreams

Our memories together

And leave our painting incomplete.

Unlike other days,

Alone I will return home.

She will cross the river on his wings:

The enemy of life,

 The elders to see, those I saw, heard or not.

So my heart is glad

The eternal city she will reach,

Though my answers still incomplete.

I will bury her tomorrow

Emptiness I feel that cannot be filled

But pain and hurt as I rewrite her encryption 

On the brass plate of my heart

And in the hearts of many a similar way

A similar journey before I take

Where the sun never sets

Before my sun sets no more

21. 06. 2013