What do you say to your mother,
when her brood is grown and gone?
What do you say to your teacher,
when her students, all forge on?
What do you say to your friend,
when her path strays from view?
What do you say to her,
when there’s nothing you can do?
You open up your heart, breathe strong deep and clear,
and thank her with your words and your many sparkling tears.
Thank her with your life, lived as she had taught.
Thank her with your mind,and deep and silent thought.
You thank her then, let go, release,
And let her leave to rest in peace.
Away she goes with wind and squall,
a floating warmth, a glowing ball.
Past her children, standing strong.
Past her students, playing on.
Past her friends, hugs and smiling eyes.
Past hills and streams, off into the sky.
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I can't really describe what I feel right now. I'm hoping people will write some remembrances of mom on this blog. Maybe it will be too much to ask, but I am trying to hold onto as much of her memory as possible and perhaps by gathering others as well, mine will become stronger.
