The transitioning

I heard,

my heart sank.

A tear formed.

I sighed deeply.

I never met you,

but my heart said otherwise

in lieu of your residence inside.

I could not disguise

the selfishness,

my human nature

of

mourning your passing

instead of

celebrating

your transition to a higher administration.

You haven’t left

You’ve merely progressed

from

Beloved, Mother, Elder, Teacher

into the pantheon of the ancestors

Immortality is your mandate.

Because of the power

your words showered upon many

that caused them to

unshackle, bypass, deny

the cancer of

stereotypes

to become

more

than

they

could

have

fathomed bypassing the chasm

crossing the bridge.