THIS POEM IS FOR MY FRIEND WHO LOST HER MOTHER A YEAR AGO.
I reached out my hand and wiped away a small circle of my tears from my bedroomwindow.
How long i have waited to see her again.
How long has she been down there at the bottom of that hill?
In that other world.
There she stands, my mother, with her back facing me.
Shes so beautiful.
Her hair flying in the wind, her soft hands in the dark, cold, earth soil.
She stays filling the world with her bright colors of wisdom, passion, and life.
I watch her move under the thin, transparent ray of the bright sun that seems to illuminate and shine only on her.
She seems so lonely, and afraid.
But she comes into a house of cleansing, that brings a rush of clean air.
She runs her rough, dirty, long hands under a long stream of warm water.
I close my eyes and visualize the beauty and happiness in her face when the smooth, soft hand of God touches her and guides her to her true home, heaven.
I will miss her smile, but i know that everyday she smiles at me because i made her proud and she will always have a place in my heart.
I will remember her by celebrating her life, and by celebrating life by its self.
