Bold Believers

What’s yours is mine now

The recipes from your book
The jewelry you wore
The bag you took to chemo
The slippers for my cold tile floors

Sometimes they cut like a knife
Deeper than before

To be thankful I have them
And hold them so dear
But for them to be mine
They must mean you’re not here

Your unwavering faith
The joy you shared
The songs you would sing
And the truth you declared

Those are mine now

It’s true what they say
A mother’s bond with her daughter is sacred
One that’s not left to just pages and things
But sown together by love and heart strings

Intertwined in the depths of our souls
So that someday, my daughter might say

They’re mine now