Mom was Here like a Whisper

I looked around and Mom was gone, like a whisper in the breeze.

She lived with barely a whisper, drifting along with the currents of life.

Mom never challenged the world and what she faced, hoping we'd do the same.

In a style that was demure, gentle, caressing, never a raging storm.

Four daughters she bore, each one carrying slightly altered genes.

Gentle to fierce, but still stronger whispers than any in our Mom's frame.

Mom raised us with the rod, a look, all meant to steer us.

In a home fraught with tension, she needed us to whisper.

Mom taught me respect, through all kinds of dysfunction.

She also taught me to shout out when I view dysfunction.

Mom fought a brave fight when breast cancer attacked her.

She fought with a whisper, determined to beat it.

The cancer was stronger and Mom had to leave us.

She left with a whisper, a gentle good-bye.

On Mother's Day I remember her, like I do every day.

Her voice remains a whisper, leading me to go on.

Mom's whisper has taught me to share thoughts with the world.

Find a cure for breast cancer and also wipe out domestic and child abuse.

My Mom was here like a whisper, but her spirit still remains.

And I feel her wrap me in love, whispering, as I raise my own little ones.

The End