Mom

Dear Momma.  I love you so.  Be in my heart. Hold my soul

Death

I've watched death come before. But this time it is different.  Blue feet bluest erytial eyes. They look into you almost showing a glimpse of another life.  I love you mom. Let it go.  Let her go I want to say to her body. Do not make her suffer bro not try to capture her soul. She is tired. Let her go 

Poem by my daughter

A Garden of Weeping Daughters

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What is a garden

Without dew?

Without that which is wet

But that nourishes?

What is the old rose

That sheds her petals

Amongst the suppleness 

Of her daughters?

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A small girl gently wails

Her delicate mouth looking for the nectar

Of her mother

Curling herself into the warmth

And sighing before she rests for the night

A young woman  loses tears

Spilling over dark and heavy lashes

Thinking of her mother

And wanting to be close

Wondering how she will ever be able to rest tonight despite the quiet bundle breathing at her side

A woman cannot cry as she has before

Sitting too calmly at the side of her mother

In a somber darkness

The world is buzzing and folding and she knows that this is the last night

She will feel the warmth of her mother

A gray woman has tread this earth

For nearly 9 decades 

She has birthed 

And nourished

And traveled

And she has loved

She has kissed the robe of the Pope

She has kissed the feet of dozens of babies

She kissed the love of her life for more than 50 years

She has been loved 

And she is trying to rest

As daughters of daughters of daughters look for light and warmth as they grow

In this garden of weeping women

Who are also strong 

And full of nourishment

And searching for rest

She is trying to find peace

And the old rose

Is in the garden

Losing her petals

Kissing her kin

With these remnants of her beauty 

She, who blossomed so long ago

And rose in thorns and sunlight 

Is ascending softly

She is loved.

She is a legacy.

She is showered in dew.

She is not leaving

She is going home

To the earth

To the Earth.

Vacation life

Blue

Momma likes her blue blanket and my blue shirt. She likes the blue dress better

On vacation for 2 weeks

Yeah!!!

Cape

TDown cape with Mom. Made cranberry orange muffins. Soo good

She actually ate one happily.  Sleeping with her hot chocolate on her lap. With a nice smile on her face

She is really happy. This is difficult watching her sleep.  Going to do some cleaning and keep busy.  Love us Mom

Ing

This is hell