(In loving memory of my mother, Angela Lachner. 1956-2011)
Our fingers clasped as you left this world Releasing breath and thoughts unheard The void you left created more No reason to fret it did not hurt But one day you will return in rain, and one day you will converge with me.
As tears fell they warmed the sides of our cheeks With beeping drums of your life machines Displaying words you could not speak Your eyes they closed so slowly But one day you will return in rain, and one day you will converge with me.
As dusk fell the air felt warm and bleak A hazy fog to rest our feet As change rippled through our family New life was given we could not see.