Motherless

Motherless. A term that never entered my vocabulary until after my mother passed. Suddenly people used this word to describe me and my recent loss.

I hated it. Still do to this day. Something about it sparks a sensitive spot in my soul.

I am not motherless. My mother just resides in a new location since her death. I am not without a mother. She may be gone from this earth but I am still her daughter and she will always remain my mother.

Her death did not steal her beloved title. Her death did not leave me motherless, for a part of her will always remain inside of me.

She is and will always be my mother. Here or there, alive or deceased. She is my mother, always.

I could never be motherless because her love and the bond we shared cannot be erased by her leaving this Earth. They are endless, no matter where she might be.

I am her legacy. I am her daughter. I will never be motherless.

xox, Chels