I love her all the same
Of course; through the
Blessed days and the
Bloody ones, too.
I hold her body
Close to mine, “Mommy,
You are beautiful,”
She says to me
In the deli by the sea.
Gulls cry and the ancient mountain
Looms in the infinite and everlasting sky.
The ocean stretching out before us;
A moment in time, fleeting
And forever, too.