Greetings friends~
I hope you're continuing to nourish within you all of your heart's longings and treasures.
I've been wanting to write (all last year) about my mom. I couldn't. I didn't have it in me or rather it was in me, I just wasn't ready to go there with pen and paper.
I did however scribble something down several months before my mom died. I never looked at it again. As I was cleaning out my calendar from last year I came upon my notes. This is what they said...
It's written from the perspective of my mom with advanced dementia, a soul, a witness.
MOM
Peering out from behind the curtain
sunlight kisses my face.
I recognize the air, the scent, the perfume of Love felt.
Darkness came like a shot.
Behind the veil...unease, noise, confusion, hell...
followed by mystical journey's only I can feel but not communicate.
Oh, how I long for Love met in clarity.
I cherish our brief time, our now precious seconds that bring me back to the doorstep of time.
I am fading into oneness in a most peculiar way...
especially to those who I've apparently left behind.
I understand now
We are not lost souls
We are only forgotten...by ourselves.
I remember in this moment as the sunlight kisses my face..
I have a name ~ LaVerne
My name is LaVerne.
I was a wife, a mother and a decent golfer who loved her family and friends.
I'm going home now, however slowly, to my original form.
And as I do I want to say...
Thank you, Thank you...for loving me.
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