She told me we water our grieving hearts with patience, silent prayers, yearning in trust of closeness with the Creator
She told me love is devoted, not the bookstore tales type, love peels the courage off his back, arching you to sustain him with both hands
She told me love is hope awakened at 4am blessing the ground, with wept whispers of his name, wet in the palm of your hands
She told me love is reciting the Quran, holding your breath in his precious hand, knowing it's the last time
She told me behind the mist of sadness, there's a river flow, a home all souls long for, there I'll greet my companion once more
- My mother
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