The death of my mother.

Your cancer was your final challenge, You could not depart with your children near. At four a.m. my phone it rang, I rushed to your side, engulfed in fear. Seven long minutes, still etched in my mind, When I arrived, I turned to stone, Emotions swarmed, I knew you were gone, I knew you had waited until you were alone. Your sickened remnants merely remained, We had ten minutes, you and me, I did not know just what to say, I felt as empty as one can be. I held your hand and stroked your face, That room was ours, just you and me, And as I looked up, my grief set aside, I saw your spirit and knew you were free. I gazed upward and watched you leave, White streams of silk swirled above, It danced and sang, the mother I knew, It filled my heart with your pure love. I saw the beauty of your soul released, Playfully circling, a joyful motion, Surrounding my heart and caressing me still, You left me with your final notion. “I have fulfilled all of my dreams, I’ve loved and lived a wonderful spell. I’ve met my sorrows and sent them away, Please let me go, for now I am well.” …………….Joanne Moore <3JM