What will my future be like, if my present has lost its joy?
What will my future be like, if my present is so empty?
What will my future be like, if my present has lost the light of each morning?
What will my future be like, if my present suddenly feels heavy?
What will my future be like, if my present is surrounded by darkness?
What will my future be like, if my present is full of sadness?
What will my future be like, if my present has lost its illusion?
What will my future be like, if my present feels loaded?
What will my future be like, if my present is only memories?
What will my future be like, if my present is full of unanswered questions?
Wait … I have the answer of what my future will be like
To that lack of joy, little by little I will open my heart
To that emptiness, little by little I will fill it with your love
To that lack of light, I will open the window of my soul so that the sun can come in
To that heaviness, I will loosen the moorings so that it rises to heaven
To that darkness, little by little I will allow the light to enter
Little by little, I will turn that sadness into an illusion towards a future
To that lack of breath, little by little I will turn it into hope
Those memories will be my inspiration to honor your memory
Those unanswered questions, I will hand them over to God.
*This poem was written on 08/07/2020 two months after my beloved mother had died.
My heart is open to love and hope…
Ligia M. Houben
