Her tender voice
Released into the Wind
Sings now of Spring

~Q~
Beautiful and oh so true. Her winter was long and I marvel at her strength
a strength I can only dream of. Thank you my friend for this special tribute
to my mother who I will sorely miss. I will keep this in my book of poems
and treasure it as I do the ring on my finger, the chain of gold around my
neck, and the copper bracelet around my wrist. All of these things belonged
to her and I treasure them as I do these words you've written in her memory.
Thank you.
opto
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You're welcome, opto. I hope your own winter is over soon. You have my condolences, and those of your family here at IPP....love, ~Q~
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her last breath here
precedes her first one there
now free of pain.........................RAS - mine too, Sir. I went through this with my father, and though it was a dozen or more years ago, it's an indelible memory. If it's any consolation, I remember him as he was in Life, not as he was towards the End - so you shall probably remember her the same way. Strength to you.
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RAS,
I agree and these past few days as we go through her things I have had
many opportunities to remember her as she was, if only it would stop
raining so much. Thank you for the kind words.
opto
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Perfection and grace. Reminded me that the Greek word for the soul, psyche, originally referred to a person's dying breath. Mitch