A Conversation With a Tear
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A normal day began, the sun rose bright,
Mom said she felt unwell, needed rest that night.
Hours passed, unease grew, shadows in her eyes,
The doctor came with medicine, whispered lullabies.
She fell asleep with a gentle sigh,
But evening brought the same beneath the twilight sky.
Midnight found me racing, heart pounding in my chest,
With hope, I brought her comfort, let her find her rest.
Coughing softly echoed, I stayed awake,
Just in case she needed me, a promise I would make.
I watched her breathe, a rhythm deep and slow,
Convinced she’d wake and smile when morning light would glow.
But dawn broke softly, a whisper in the air,
I woke to find the silence, an emptiness laid bare.
Rushing to the kitchen, preparing milk with care,
I came to wake my mother, but she was no longer there.
“Why did you leave without your morning cup?
Why didn’t you call for me when you needed me to help?”
I stood there calling softly, but silence was my reply,
My heart shattered in pieces, beneath the endless sky.
My mom never left without a word or a glance,
How could she slip away without a final chance?
I looked upon my world, a grave filled with flowers,
Where love once bloomed so brightly, now lost in darkest hours.
If I write more, the tears will flow,
For the love I hold within, the ache I cannot show.
Yet in this quiet moment, I’ll honor her sweet grace,
In every word and memory, I’ll find her warm embrace.
Grief has a way of feeling final, like the door has closed forever. But in Christ, death is never the end — it is a doorway. The same Jesus who stood before the tomb of Lazarus and wept (John 11:35) also declared, “I am the Resurrection and the Life; whoever believes in Me will live, even though they die” (John 11:25).
Though my heart longs for her voice and presence, I hold on to the truth that her journey did not end that morning. She awoke to the light of Heaven, where no sickness can touch her, no pain can bind her, and no goodbye can separate us. One day, by God’s mercy, the silence will break — not with tears, but with an eternal embrace. Until then, I live with hope, for in Christ, love never dies.
A poet, author, and faith writer who believes words can heal what silence hides. My poetry collections — Inked Emotions, Scattered Feelings Stitched in Ink, and Love Beyond Loss — were born out of seasons of grief, solitude, and deep reflection.
Here on Catholic365, I’ve been humbled to share reflections that have reached hundreds of readers. I write not from a place of perfection, but from a longing to make sense of love, loss, and the quiet ways God speaks into our lives.
Whether it’s a poem, a story, or a small reflection, my hope is that you feel seen, encouraged, and gently reminded that faith isn’t always loud — sometimes it’s found in the waiting, the falling, the starting again.
You can find more of my work at https://about.me/anniedcosta
