Somewhere Else

How is it possible

I believe without seeing

She loved me when she didn’t have to, called me to Herself

I struggled to know my Mother’s love, at bedtime she would say:

“I love you”

I had a emotion lump in my throat concealed from her

Living and breathing I suffered inside as fiery feelings strangled my heart

Mary called I responded

It’s been a long journey punctuated by her affect on me, my Nanan’s prayers laboured for this family

She mentioned she saw the large cross in the sky how did she know it was hers

With Mary, by Mary and for Mary

Thankfully travelling Into mystical marriage is not about falling into a rabbit hole

Yet the two have one thing in common

Mystery