Some words for Mama

You weren’t old. I don’t think you could ever be, no matter how many years you could have resided with us. Your laughing blue eyes used to sparkle when you were teasing, and when you gave. There’s too much left Mama. So much of you is wrapped so tightly around so much of me. And it’s too soon. I wish you hadn’t gone, but I’d never wish you back from where you are. You see full glory, light and perfection. We see only broken pieces of the light that once was. You, Mama, your life glows with that light, even now, and for always.