She was a mother of variety.
She greeted every single person
who walked by, always gave money
to people living in shelters, and
she never said no to a party.
We never knew her time would go
as if she was in NASCAR
zooming down the track,
blowing past us with
a startling wind that could
shake up even the most
intimidating person.
She was drained out
like a tired fire hydrant
after the flames
have been extinguished.
How could we say goodbye,
when we had just said hello.
We thought to ourselves,
If love could have
saved her,
could she have lived forever
She, could have lived like a tree,
with water essential for
growth by the ages.
But, forever is a king-sized candy bar,
and her time was a chocolate
chip.
Why her?
