numbers on a stone

4/11/25
this is the day
that you arrived.
10/21/14
you left our world
an emptier,
sadder place.
but in our hearts
we still see
your vibrant face.
words and numbers
on a stone
are not you.
your life force so
strong.
not even death
can undo.
we are still
trying hard to
comprehend
why a life is born
and then

my beautiful mom

it has to end.
your first words
spoken,
until your last.
a life well lived
that has left earth
too fast.
who makes these rules.
why does it go this
way.
no answers to be given,
as we cry
each day.