Elegy For A Quiet Flame Poem by Sandrani Kichenama Utim

She came as a harbinger of light,
a beautiful fairy upon the earth,
caught in between two worlds of moonlight.

Standing tall like an oak,
her words were nectar to the soul.
Armored in love, yet eyes that soak,
a nurturer of hearts, a falling star whole.

She was a woman of quiet fire,
a healer of hearts, a scholar of grace.
The mother I admire, I deeply desire
to feel again her warm embrace.

Like a dandelion, rare and free,
one in a million, she bloomed with ease.
A sudden light, she left abruptly,
yet her soul still moves within my dreams.

My heart aches for her silently,
her absence written in every breeze.
Irreplaceable, indomitable,
she remains a living faith within me.

Living in quietude, she held her grace,
immovable in devotion, full of gratitude.
She was my living scripture, my sacred place,
my mentor in life's endurance and truth.

''How to cure my belly aches? ''she'd say,
and answer softly, 'arrowroots and care. '
A healer in her own simple way,
a fortress of love beyond compare.

My mother, my roots, my guiding sky,
my 'déesse' wrapped in earthly form.
Forever she lives within my eyes,
and I, the stargazer through every storm.