Coming to Grips (1)

It has taken a long time for me to face the reality of my mother’s passing. She left in March 2020. It’s only now that I’ve begun to process it all.

My doodles opened the door for the words to creep back in. Let’s see what happens next…

I’ve been wondering
How you left

Were you entangled
In those sheets you shared
For more than half a lifetime
Jingling and jangling
With all that jewelry
He looped and chained
On you

Were you led away floating
Held by the ecstasy
Of a greater LOVE
Like Solomon’s bride

Or did you break free
Like a flame
Rising

I want to think
You chose the fire
But I’ll never know

Will I?

Comments
2 Responses to “Coming to Grips (1)”
  1. Ken Powell says:

    Bless you. I am very sorry for your loss 😞

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