Momma
She took her last breath on a beautiful
windswept April morn, the Spring she
so long awaited for.
She is the voice which lives inside me,
the essence of the woman I've become.
She was the epitome of everything
good and grounded in my life.
She had a simple yet clear cut wisdom.
Bred in her native Japanese culture filled,
with pride and strength, always selfless,
respectable, and compassionate.
She taught me how to laugh at my faults,
and rejoice in every single moment.
Though her journey here has come to an
end, her free and loving spirit will always
live in the words I write.
She was and always will be my lifelong
inspiration, and I will miss her immensely
for the rest of my living days.
©Jo A. True-Burkholder 2006
In loving memory of my mother
Kimiko Monma True
July 1, 1930- April 6, 2006
This also appeared on my
website in 2006.
