I was my Mother’s doola
her breath ceased in my arms
blessed to bathe her body ~ wrap her in soft cotton
pajamas for her finite sleep

as blotches of red-purple began to creep
her monkey spirit stilled
she shared with us 21 hours of grace
then bagged and taken to the mortuary place
body frozen ~ casket chosen ~ friends beholden

her daughter’s “to you sweetheart” hula & haiku lei 
Ancestor’s from other side appear ~ inspiritu ~ 
gifting a presence and seamless ride

an illumined room friends and family did weave
a precious quilt of life’s sweetness shared 
blessed with a peaceful lucid drug ~ free transition
heart warmed stories loft her to the other side

full of grace, angels filled the place
winged chariot sails to the other side
thanks to God and angels, who did not hide

no one should ever die alone
Mom’s gift full of grace ~ a classic final act
promises death is not a scary place

dress rehearsals, no need, 
wrapped in kin’s Prana Love and Grace
such a sweet sacred place . . .
ALOHA . . .