For my sisters whose mothers are gone:
You must know now that she loved you
in some way
(through no fault of yours)
obscured by the
blindness that lets us all
go on breathing despite the fact
there is no tomorrow.
seeping through crevices,
marks of others’ misdeeds
(that through no fault of yours)
Became all you could be
without finding her rage
in your heart.
There may be no other way
inside the skin of her tenderness
no way other than to survive her
and all that entails.