One year since my mother passed, and the longing that resides in my chest has grown too large to contain. It overflows through my eyes, each tear a testament to the depth of my grief. There is a restlessness within me, a discontent that makes every breath laborious. When this longing cannot be confined, my eyes grow weary from the wait, and I feel so small, almost invisible, lost in a sea of sorrow.

When the longing strikes, it is as if my very soul cries out, begging for the impossible: “Come back soon, come ease this immense longing and lessen my sorrows.” The absence of my mother has left an emptiness that nothing can fill, a void that time has yet to mend.

In her memory, I find both solace and pain, a bittersweet reminder of the love that once surrounded me. This longing, this relentless ache, is a testament to the bond we shared, a love so profound that it continues to shape my every moment. One year without her, and I miss her more than words can convey. Each day, I carry her with me, in my heart and in my soul, honoring her memory with every breath I take. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer