Mom’s Transition
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 . . .
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Sweet homage.
Mindful. Respectful. Treating the act of transition with dignity. Vivid and visceral imagery allows me to feel deeply that crossing. Thank you for sharing. Be well, Darlene