And she came to me,
Shimmering in the light of a Summer dream,
She came to me,
Perfect in every detail,
Basking in the peace of God,
Speaking the words of an angel,
As if it were just any other day,
As if all were normal and in hand,
And I didn't bat an eyelid,
Couldn't even recall her words,
Because it was just any other day,
All was normal and in hand,
All was held within the peace of God,
Then waking into the sounds of a new dawn,
I smiled at this glimpse of truth,
Bottled up this glory and this joy,
Taking it with me into the buzzing crowd.
The living proof of her creation,
Sweet Mother of mine.
(About my Mother. RIP. Enough said).
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