A Daughter’s Grief
I first saw the word Attraversiamo on a friend’s WhatsApp status. I was 25 when I lost my dad – in my arms. He crossed over to the other side alone, leaving me to take care of my mother and brother.
Since then, my mother and I have grown together. She has, in many ways, become my child. I love her so deeply that when her time comes to move on, I will hold her hands and cross over with her.
This is what Attraversiamo means to me.
Attraversiamo, Mom
In the whispers of twilight’s glow,
Attraversiamo, let’s together go.
Hand in hand, hearts intertwined,
leaving the past, our souls aligned.
Across the bridge of dreams we tread,
with every step, old burdens shed.
Forsaking pain, embracing light,
together, we conquer the darkest night.
Through fields of hope, where flowers bloom,
Attraversiamo, let’s leave the gloom.
Into the unknown, we boldly stride,
in each other’s love, we’ll find our guide.
So let’s cross over, you and I,
beyond the tears, beneath the sky.
For in our journey, we’ll discover anew,
the boundless joy of me and you.