Gone.
Mom is gone.
Such silence now.
After so much laughter.
Left.
Still here.
Wondering and wishing.
Now only to remember.
Joy.
Heavenly laughter.
Not to linger in pain.
So why am I crying?
Life.
Without you.
Loving life like you did.
Serving the Savior who saved you.
Note: I edited the last two lines of this poem.
This is being printed in the program of my Mom’s memorial service.