She lives on in all of us, but mostly she lives on in you.
She lives on in teenage daughters everywhere; all triumphs and failures, all teenage hopes and heartbreaks, in their fiery tempers and quiet smiles: she lives on.
No longer bound to a body she lives on in the birds driving wings, the loosed leaf slowly circling toward the earth, the wind in your hair. She is the wild tall grass growing free: turning from green in the springtime sun to pale straw in late summer then grey in winter and back to green again; in an endless cycle -- moving forward without our consent.
She lives on in the tallest oak tree standing quiet, dignified and serene.
She lives on in all of us but mostly she lives on in you; she is the beating of your heart, she is your every breath. She is your quiet rest and your rage-filled screams. She is your beauty as it changes, becoming deep and wise.
She is the love which bids the world to turn and the sun and the stars to shine.
She lives on in all of us but mostly she lives on in you for you will never let her go. You will bring her with you in every step you take. The breath you breathe in this moment and the next moment and the one after that will honor her. Every word you speak will echo her name, and when you laugh again, it is her laughter you will hear.
She lives on in all of us but mostly she lives on in the heart of her momma.