When I Go, Give Me A Return Ticket or I accept her death but I miss her in life

I didn’t know I was sad about you. I assumed it was about work or hormones or maybe my husband or the cats or the cold weather (except it was really warm so then it was the tourist, I thought) or my weight or anything else.

You slipped into my dream world and played with me and made me laugh I almost didn’t recognize you.
You probably know, Mom, and I’ll tell you anyway; my life is gooood.
You picked the perfect time to give birth to me. I suspect you know that.
My joy of this adventure is unbounded; it hides my deep grief sometimes from me but I find it.
I’m learning to surf the ebb and flow of it all, Mom. It doesn’t drown me anymore.

Oh, Mom, this world is becoming great, though horrid things still occur everyday but there is so much we’ve done.
Children of all colors can now see themselves as President and girls can too. Mom, so much is happening here that is goooood.

I’m keeping my promise to the Wee ones by supporting the spiritual evolution of their guardians.
They are coming on their own now, Mom, they want riches of the spirit. It’s so goooood.
They expand me.

We are closer to each other than we have ever been. The story is still being written and I’ve got a pen in it.
You gave birth at the perfect time, when my brown face, my wild spirit is free, is desired, and is unsquashable.
Sometimes like you, Mom, I’m loud -so loud, my tears fall fast at both hope and despair, I laugh so often that my grin is wide, my walk is determined, my pace is fast but even and

Mom……..
I’m surrounded by the most delicious people.
Mom, you taught me well to always learn. I’ve been slow to grow up but I’m persistent now.
Mom, I’m loved, you taught the world to love me and me to love me and it’s so gooood.
When I die, when I transition, like you, Mom, do what you can to talk a good talk and tell them I want another turn. Tell them I want a return ticket. There is so much more you taught me I have to do.