She's Gone Now

I've been searching through old journal posts in hopes of compiling a memoir. Of course, I read through all that I wrote when my mom passed away. I found this, which I wrote three hours after she died:

The wonderment of life.
She left, and I was still thirsty
Body-ment, hungering, searching
I was the beating, the heart
Thumping, mellowing
Aching.
Feeling, touching, I was left
And something shadowy touched Me
and all around we
Crouched, we kissed her feet
We cried
Bayed to the moon of our hopeful
Wishes still left for her
But prayed in her peace
As she found cooling-comfort
For the burning world
That still revolves
Even in the empty space
Of her radiant absence.