The Swan

She was special.
We would have had a strong bond.
The umbilical cord around my neck.
I got freed just in time to pass through to the other side.

She was standing there when the first light passed my irises.
Now there is only a memory.
In the form of a painting.
A swan with her signature and my name.

Than the fatal day came.
It was a beautiful day, the day she fell.
Just a bike ride she would return from.
But she didn't.

Her light was taken away in a blink of an eye.
With a force we as human beings can't understand.
But she gives me power even to this day.
Although she had to leave from this earth.
I hope she is watching and guiding me from out the distance.