...WHY...

My mother was another,
Unlike any other.
Fighting to discover,
a real kind of lover.
she could make you hover,
and try  to uncover,
your inner deepest color.
You would only need,
some patience to proceed.
She would plant the seed,
unable to mislead.
The steps that would proceed,
Making you take heed.
as she was our friend indeed
Now has come the time,
this mountain we must climb.
I cannot find a rhyme,
to replace what we can't hide.
That want we cannot find,
for now We must comply,
Unable to say goodbye.
Tears shed in the cry,
to this pain we underlie,
With this loss we must imply.
we may only standby,
and ask the question why?