In memory of my mother
What to say, what words to pick;
words so freely scattered, now
that she was breathing fitfully, within
minutes of leaving her life,
leaving those she loved for the love
she had prayed all her days,
and these words, if she could hear,
the last words she would ever hear.
How we struggled to find a way of saying
we love you, be happy to be journeying,
approaching the God of her life-long devotion.
How to put love, comfort, encouragement
into uncertain, dismayed voices;
to put words that were special from us to her.
Her breathing weaker now, and our voices
hopefully reaching through the fog in her head;
our voices the last sounds before her space-travel.
What words to send with her, if they could be heard;
our company to the threshold, and beyond;
warmth to carry into the unknown.
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