Catatonic Anarchy

Iam a woman.
A very blessed woman.
This is the core of what Rosie and I shared.
Not just a blessing of amazing stories.
Rather the gift of the deepest unspoken love for one man.
Rosie and I could not be more different or more similar.
My niece noticed.
Noticed the steps I would take to the end of the earth.
For her.
Life will change now and I am awakened.
I can only want to live such a long time with my saving grace.
I mention this as I feel her void the last few days.
Moments never surrounded with discomfort or a sense of duty.
She was my mother (no in-law).
My real mother was as much my family as my own self.
She will be missed dearly.
And busy in her next dimension.
Just the same.
But wait, stubborn and unpredictable.
Did she bring to every table.
Suppose I did too.
Clear and precise.
She woke me this morning.
Tis why I am alive.
Wish she was too....................