I knelt at her Headstone
Placing hand-picked
Wildflowers gently down.

Loving thoughts
Caressed my Spirit's heart
Sent from faraway
Far beyond the outer most stars.

She had held me
In her arms
When I was just a babe

And taught me
What it was
To surrender
To a larger part
of the Whole.

I wish that I had known
Her inner thoughts when
I was young and on her hip.

Perhaps I could have
Acted more out of love
Than out of a pain
That I felt was
All my own.

The pain
That was nothing
More than a fear filled liar.

She would say
With Jesus it's
"Knock and the door will open"
But the Devil will keep on
Hailing you from
Every corner.


Make no mistake
With all the respect
That is due
I miss her sweet voice
Showing me the softer side
Of any cold hard fact.

I don't have to wish
She has life after life
Sometimes I feel her.
  
When I study her face
In the photographs
Taken by family and friends.