Yesterday, I finally cleared out my mum’s flat. I had been putting it off for a long time because her home was like a sanctuary for me. No matter how bad things got, I could always go there, and she would welcome me with open arms and unconditional love. The thought of clearing out her flat made it feel like that safe haven would disappear forever.
After I finished, I stood in the empty rooms and felt the emptiness inside me. When I got home, I spent the rest of the day alone. I prayed for guidance and then picked up one of my mum’s journals. I randomly opened a page, and as I read the words, “You will never be alone, as I am always with you,” I felt a sudden warmth and fullness.
In that moment, I realised that it wasn’t the place or the things that mattered; it was the love and understanding of my mum, who, even after her passing, is still with me always.
Empty Rooms, Full Heart
Yesterday, I cleared the sanctuary,
A space of comfort, love, and ease.
Her arms, a haven, safe and steady,
Now echoes in the empty breeze.
The flat, once filled with warmth and light,
Feels cold and bare, a vacant shell.
Alone, I sit, a mournful sight,
As memories rise, like mournful knell.
A journal’s page, a random turn,
Reveals a message, soft and sweet.
"You’ll never be alone, my dear,
My love, a constant, concrete."
And in that moment, I understand,
It’s not the place, the things, that stay.
Her love, a guiding, steady hand,
Will lead me on, from day to day.
