Soon to Fly

 

She lies like a helpless bird
eyes closed, tiny now and frail.
Immaculate as ever
in her pristine nightie and pearl earrings.
My voice pulls her back from her dreams.

Taking her hand, she smiles
confused and hardly audible .
She knows it’s me.

Ignoring protocol i join her on her bed. 
Cradled in my arms as Jim Reeves sings
“I love you because you understand me”
My father’s favourite, the dam breaks.

Locked in that moment
For eternity…

Stroking her hair she suddenly tells me
I must eat. A mother to the last.
I am not hungry.
Then , “Its getting dark Al,
you better go home to be safe.”

She cannot see the sunlight streaming in
nor the abundant flowering cherry at the window,
 whispering of endless spring times
and seasons.
Nor the River Nairn flowing on in the distance
that speaks of the river of life and death
and our blessed part in it all.

Inwardly I pray

Angels gather round her now.
Let her see your glory before she leaves
Then…bear her up gently in your tender arms
Cossetted by love both here and there”

She’s getting ready to fly.

© stormwolf 2021
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splendid! powerful write
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Mitch

Heartfelt times as I went thought this with my mother. Thoughts are with you. I wrote something similar in 2016 https://ukauthors.com/2016/09/05/step-into-the-light/

Mitch

It is never easy – I did a vigil for mum, dad and an uncle. Three times, I spent days there until exhausted I came home and as soon as I stepped over the threshold the phone rang. Three times. The nurses said it was very common even for people in the deepest coma to wait until their loved ones are gone.

Belcanto

She cannot see the sunlight streaming in nor the abundant flowering cherry at the window, whispering of endless spring times and seasons. Nor the River Nairn flowing on in the distance that speaks of the river of life and death and our blessed part in it all. Beautiful and moving passage, Stormy, the whole a lovely tribute to your mum. It must have been wonderful that she recognized you in the way that she did so that you could share such precious moments. I’m no longer active on here but do check what’s happening to the site at times, so… Read more »

Omecronon12

Epic styled and tremendously beautiful write. Your style is special. The language is very rich and “full-flavoured”. I belive I can tell that you have some talent … 🙂

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This is a really beautiful poem, Alison. I hope your bereavement is getting easier and I understand you’ve needed space and solitude in recent months. I’m sure you realise that what we call “Death” is actually nothing at all, nothing bad, is only a process of returning home. I have no doubt that you will ultimately be reunited with your mother. Are there any good spiritualist churches up your way? I’ve been to a few down in the south of England, and they always offer me solace. Spiritualism has been in my family for a while. We affectionately call it… Read more »

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