In this week following Mothering Sunday memory prompted to re-post the following poem.
GOING HOME
(For Anne 17 May 2004 )
Life ebbs and wheezes –
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we look
for signs of grace.
She slides
into the arms of love
and finds her peace.
We simply hear the space
she left behind. We smile
knowing this cannot be
the time for tears.
Her rest is welcome
as our spirits rise
to share in this release.
The process of decay
has ceased
to prey upon her mind –
She glides
into the arms of sleep.
Malcolm Evison
(Written for my mother)
19 May 2004
This post first appeared on MAL's FACTORY - Poetry & Prose Poems, please read the originial post: here
