A song comes on the radio
And suddenly I am flooded with a memory
Of a mother who lost her son
Before the tears can fall
My lips and chin quiver, out of my control
And the suffering is slamming into my body
Screaming at me to…
I realize, someday I too will lose
My deepest loves of my life
And I think of my own parents
Wondering how they experienced our own dysfunction
And our loss of connection…
Did they miss me and cry for me when I was gone from home?
I do not recall …or I cannot recall …or I will not recall
And now I must tell my own children
My two darlings
I will always love you, I will always remain with you
Through the great suffering of our attachment and love
Onto our loss and pain, and through to our healing.
Life, love, attachment, death, dying, pain, aversion… suffering
We are, I am, and so it is.