Lean in closer,
and listen for the sweet refrain of love.
Another momma,
just joined the heavenly chorus above.
That last goodbye,
is hard to say and does not seem fair
and then comes the
separation that’s very hard to bear.
You may cry
because the burden is heavy for you.
Remember,
it’s just as hard for your good momma, too.
I am sure she
will continue to do what she does best.
As you well know,
a good momma does not know how to rest.
Her new calling
demands the skill she practiced so much –
she alone has
the gentleness of a momma’s touch.
She will:
welcome the fallen soldier,
comfort the lost teenager,
nurture the sick child and baby,
and as always,
watch over her family.
For a moment,
take a break from your tears and give a nod –
your good momma,
has joined the Elite Angel Momma Squad.

That was very touching. When you become a mom you see your own mom in a different light. Two years ago this month my own mother lost her mother after a long battle with cancer. Your poem made me think of how much my mom misses her mother; and how much I will miss my mother when the time comes for us to be parted.
I just lost my mom on Dec. 2. My friend’s mom passed away a week ago yesterday unexpectedly and that was the inspiration behind the poem.
My poems on Tuesdays have tended to be me dealing with my grief.