(for my Mother)
She died in early morning
Before the sun was up
Between sleeping and arising
Before I filled my cup.
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Arms were warm from her last hug
Her voice still in my ears
Yearning, longing for her touch
No time, no time for tears.
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Her face was still and peaceful
I could not get enough
To go away and leave her there
Was rough.
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Each day I felt the emptiness
Her mighty spirit gone
Night was tears to fill the void
And lonely was the dawn.
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Raking leaves and pine cones
A day like any other
Suddenly I felt inside
The spirit of my Mother.
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Just for an instant
Whole and within
Her strong and loving energy
Touching me again.
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So in life and so in death
She came to me - and then
Brought to me the healing
From her spirit within.