February 3rd, 2003
To Richard on the death of his mother
| "I love you"
she slipped away fading beeps the only sound liquid drips the only motion. Did she hear me as she slipped away? How many times did I say those words? How many times did we hug? How many times did we linger? How many times did we pray? I don't remember. Did I cry? Sensing the loss more than the reality tomorrow or next week or soon she would call and I would hear her voice talk mundane surrounds tomorrow or. No, never again, never again, never again sensing the loss more now than that moment. "I love you." I spoke softly, heart rending impending decision. Sensing the loss the potential slipping away, the moment here and now. But nothing is lost for I cherish the memories of her fading with the tick of time flashing from recesses exposed for a moment. Cherished! Her code stamped a dozen times in grace, spirit and love. Her code stamped a dozen times a dozen spiraling logarithmically outward, regressing, regressing to one for a moment. Cherished! Accept my sympathy more importantly, accept my empathy flashing memories reflecting yours in mine. Cherish the memories Cherish the code returning again and again and again. Thank you Lord! |
© February, 2003