The gap...

The gap between your teeth is a sign of beauty. I am content seeing pictures of you. I know you suffered. The tension in your neck suggests that’s where you housed the pain. The law has changed and it is because you suffered and people were tired of seeing you suffer. Where are you now? I defend you more now that you’ve lost your voice. The battle is mine to continue. You cannot worship what you see. You cannot neglect the unseen. You give me purpose. Can I tell you how you stopped their laughter? How one sentence, “You are not an accident,” sounded like a choir of angels. I imagine you are in heaven where you’ll understand everything better. I don’t understand the separation between us, they don’t understand a mother’s love. I hope you’ll forgive us for killing each other, our friends, our enemies, ourselves. This situation was not part of the original design and that is why it is so difficult to accept. But, I’ll adjust. We’ll take up this cause and wake to the bathroom mirror for a moment of reflection after a little Windex wipes away the stains and I’ll see that my tears were not in vain.