"As Flowers Bloom"
In the past week, I have had the honor of observing one of my dear friends and her family journey with their sweet mother to the end of her life here on earth. She knew it was her time and her family honored what she needed. (I could write more about this sacrificial act of love...absolutely amazing!)
She was a beautiful woman who lived her life by loving others and I believe that in turn her family loved her as far as they were able to journey together up to the doorstep of Heaven. She planted many seeds of joy, love, kindness, gratefulness and celebration wherever she journeyed on life's path. This is one of several poems I will be dedicating to her memory this week. Dorothy you were a sweet treasure to this world and you will be missed!
"As Flowers Bloom"
Another winter has come,
leaving snow drifts, blizzards--
artic freezes data recorded
to chips--memory
for future generations. Leaves
dance in the wind as temperatures
climb, ivy up the side of the house
clings softly to the sun
rising each day. Buds open
as flowers bloom, petals
gently fall on the ground, ashes
from last fall mix with earth's
fragrance--sweet
humidity touches and spreads
upon humans, plants and animals alike
we are--in our life
cycles. Slowly all of a sudden--I feel
winter's howling. You call, speaking about
your mom. She is not doing well--
you think it could be anytime
now. Her voice a whisper
so many in your family holding
her hand, embracing, speaking life
words--the kind that are spoken
when days are long and time
is short--drinking in the essence
of her--being here--before the last petal
falls to the ground, the beauty of her bloom
resting, a precious soul
lived through a woman you call
mommy.
Author Laura J. Wolfe
