Her wish to go to church eternal
Granted finally by pulmonary accident
Attack on battered heart sent shocks
Sugar level assisted a flushing flow
That which numbed the brain into a coma
Seven days in counting, breathing stopped
Madam Elsie, our mother, is dead

Bedridden by incapacitating illness
With days of worthy services behind
She wanted an end to her unhappiness
To stop the pains of a suffering flesh
Of lonely unproductive moments
And of the strains she put on her brood
Madam Elsie died to free them all

behind the lush dark of blind
night breaths
sweet and capricious

there is a whisper of clouds
and the harsh pinprick of stars
glittering

softness gathers in the folds of
dreams this intricate
gate holding a gardens worth
of suffecient satisfactions

and patterns sleeping
in the secret grass

we have persevered
along stormy paths

felt the crunch
of indecision underfoot

seen wonders bloom
a kaleidoscope of color

but this is. . .
the summer of change

against a backdrop of clear azure skies
we have embraced winter's choice
released uncertainty on a breeze
watched the beginning of another life

amble along a walkway toward tomorrow

.

it is morning
the night not yet
ascended

in the ocean
whale song
and the river
breathes

there is madness
and survival
death and Afghanistan

I meditate on these things,
life turns over another
page

Love,
You are here with me

the peonies burst with flame.

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