Ode to Doreen
How do you measure a year?
For some people, it's 365 days, for some 8,760 hours, for others 525,600 minutes, or 31,536,000 seconds, but for me, my year is measured in thoughts of yesterday.
Thoughts of a beautiful yet subtle smile, defined strength, prudent words of encouragement and guidance, helping hands, and, most of all, thoughts of love.
Oh my sweet wonderful mother Doreen, how can I measure my year without you? Without your sweet voice and the special way you called me "Sharmie"; only you did that. Today, one year later, I cannot see your smile, I cannot observe your strength; strength of a woman who fought for what she believed in, a woman who fought for the survival of her children. Oh, how I long to hear your wise words of guidance and to feel the touch of your small, yet strong, hands; hands that were always willing to help those in need.
But, one eternal year later, I can still smile amidst my tears, because in my heart I feel the presence of your love.
It was good to have known you, Doreen. It was especially good to have had someone like you in my life, not everyone has been so blessed. You were indeed a gift from God.
Though the years may come and go, I will always remember you and I will always measure my year in thoughts of you.