there can be so much
reflections of the heart
over flow
and pour out
and one wonders where to begin
this Life
this Gift
felt in the community of gathering
at the dawn of the day
six women
in an upper room
sharing fears, challenges and victories
standing together
circled
staffs in hand
committed to each other
in love and sisterhood
lifting each other up
in honesty and grace
believing
in what we do
opening a portal for Love to come down
to speak to us
to guide us
to hold us
I am blessed
I am woman
Let me do what I do
the gathering complete
preparations begin
to say good bye
We go
my son and I
Proud is the mother in me
of a young man
open to Love
open to feelings of loss
open to walk that road
his sensitive heart pained
but he will not be afraid
for he has know Love
He has know Caring
He has know what it feels like to matter
And this beloved one
gave him that
so beautiful
traditions
centuries old
hold the mysteries
of worlds
of the past
words spoken
in our loved ones native tongue
he will go back to his home country
for final resting place
his children
and their children
will carry him there
and hold Mamas hand
as she grieves the loss of her one Love
the man she spent her whole life with
the man who was the yin to her yang
So loved was he
as the bodies pour out the church
it
too small to hold all the
Love
a great man
a man of family
a man of tradition
a man of giving
a man of humility
a man of honour
a man of commitment
a Man of Love
remembered
held close
never forgotten
forever appreciated
loved
respected
missed
precious moments
shared with my son
joined by this Love
for his Djeda
and for his Baba
who now remains
caregivers
in a life gone by
so Loved
was he by them
this Gift
this Life
Till the day ends
in the presence of family
and friends
speaking hearts
open voices
contentment
in finding home
with those
you
love
one day
a gift
Life
Love and Light