Singing to my dead Mother
.
What are the bridges
of your remembrance
a word, a song,
a name.
.
The bridge you crossed,
a great ocean; going
you said,
to the end of the world
when I say his name.
.
Glad you were, that you came;
and now the bridge of research
has uncovered
a mother at last to proclaim.
.
Too late for the asking,
what are the bridges
of your remembrance;
a word, a song,
a name.
Benita H. Kape © 29.4.2015
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