The last of the moonlight


The blush of moonlight is in full bloom.
It has arrived in joy and celebration
of your magnificent life Mom.
All your trials and worries are fading away.
Like shadows in the glow of morningtide.

Hold my hand Mom feel my love and gratitude.
Let it be the last farewell for us my mother.
Even the trees fade quietly in the autumn
Letting their leaves fall in silence
So gently as they float in the winds.

The cycle revolves
about the wise old moon
I fold up my heart into a letter of
Love and gratitude
and place it into your soul Mom
to read again and again
in infinities timeless space.

I feel the softness of you
In my fingers as you slip away.
But I shall not shed tears
As you fly to the heaven you deserve.
They would only be shed for me
for the short lifespan that I have left
without your smile.

Instead  I kiss the lips that
Kissed me in comfort and love
Since I was a child.
And whisper for the last time.
I love you so much Mom.

No I shall not cry.
For tears are not the way
for us to say goodbye

Rest Well My Beautiful Lady
Jude