Free Verse · Poems About Mom
What She Left
We looked for you everywhere those first weeks —
then found you everywhere after:
in the way I fold towels in thirds,
in my sister's laugh, your laugh,
in "wear a coat" said to my own children
in a voice that isn't quite mine.
You didn't leave us, Mom.
You dispersed —
into all of us, evenly,
the way you always shared.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“What She Left” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/what-she-left
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