Y// Multiplying Love Poem by Aufie Zophy

Sitting on the grave of my mom
Looking at a beautiful picture
Of her face that is no more.
Bones have turned to dust.

But her kind and loving care,
still so much alive in my heart;
the endless beauty of her soul
caressing the inside of my chest

Her silent prayers small and big
through eternal ether, ringing in my ear
Coming from the deepest depth inside,
Conferring serendipity and strength

Your love for God, your love for dad
Your love for sis and me
Every day it fills my being
I let it multiply.