Timekeeper

Words for a mother who has passed.
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Buoyant ships, steady and slow,
Moments where time seems to suspend,
Yet the journey always continues.

Grandkids, like time itself—
Always enough in the moment,
But never enough to fill a lifetime.

Blue Jays on a summer afternoon,
The crack of a bat echoes,
Always waiting for the season
That might come again.

Mustard, bright and simple,
Her joy in every bite,
A small piece of her passed down.

And the Browns—
Through all the seasons,
Her loyalty never wavered,
Faithful till the end.