Photo by Elena Kalis
The barrier is not so firm, but fine.
Did you catch a glimpse before slipping through,
leaving behind
the canker that muddled your mind,
limbs weary from fighting the current?
Is the other side a reflection
of this murkiness, but clear?
Take along your vivid colors.
A sweet savor trails in your wake.
Rest with the saints in glory,
but we know you won't be still.
If work there be to do, you'll find it;
idleness was never your ideal.
Family ties still anchor us--
we'll watch for your beacon smile
when our turn comes to cross
and wait, with you,
'til every silken hair will be restored.
For my mother-in-law, Sierra Sue Osgood, 1946-2013
Teresa, this touched my heart as my mother passed away with Alzheimer's disease in May 2007. I have copied your poem .. keeping it in a book of favorites next to my bed. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm honored, Helen. Peace be with you...
DeleteNo murkiness in the tenderness of this poem, T.
ReplyDeleteWonderful.
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A touching tribute.
ReplyDeleteThank you T. That was sweet and now your sensitive sibling feels like crying. I'm grateful I could see you that day.
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