A Sonnet for My Mother

With the holidays once again bursting everywhere, like many of you, I get nostalgic for those I miss that are no longer here.It got me thinking about grief. They say loss heals with time, and I think that is true. The pain is nowhere as acute as in the beginning. But the rest remains. That is how it is with my mother, who died in 2013. We were so close we were like one person, so at her passing, it took me a long time to feel whole again.But she is still with me, especially right now. She loved the Christmas holidays. I think of her on a daily basis. I suspect I always will. Lately I have been doing more poetry, and I hope to put together a book of sonnets. Here is the first one I've written:I will cease to grieve for theeWhen sands no longer mingle with the seaWhen the brightest star in the darkest nightVanishes never to return to sightI will no longer hear your voiceWhen silence is the only choiceAnd every lark has lost its songLeaving not a soul to sing alongYou stay in each elusive cloudIn every sun the night does shroudIn every heart and memoryIn the life and breath you gave to me.And with time passing you'll remainTill my days ceaseAnd we refrain.I miss you Mom, now and always!