Cosee Revaya-my cup runs over, we sang after we said kaddish. My cup is full from all my mother gave me in her short life. And the longing for what is missed is there too. I wrote this over twenty years ago. The fullness and the emptiness haven't changed in the 38 years since she died.
It has been so long since I have touched you
And yet you seem to touch me every day
I feel you in my heart
when I hold my children near
I feel you in my soul
when I soar with their joy
I feel you in my mind
when I guide them on the paths of life
The touch is not complete
You did not feel the parchment of my diploma
You did not feel the lace of my bridal gown
You did not feel the sweet flesh of my baby sons
Moments never felt
To ask you how you did it
To share a cup of Sanka
To call you Mom instead of Mommy
To buy a dress you did not like
The hands of time unfold
Now I am a woman with confidence and wrinkles
Now I am a wife with love and compromise
Now I am a mother with pride and worries
Now I am just like you
The eternal embrace
Your words echo in my ear
of wisdom and character
of love and devotion
of patience and compassion
To be heard in our generations to come
It has been so long since I have touched you
And yet you seem to touch me every day
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