My Mother

Today my mother's heart stopped...simply stopped beating.  

I loved my mother and I cannot bear to think of her so still - the
warmth of her eyes gone,

The way she used to hold her hands together, one on top of the
other, so very dignified, a Lady.

Gone away to another place or maybe not - I do not really know.

When I was very young I could not fathom the thought of her not
being there.  

Today a part of me has gone along with my mother to keep her

just like our trips to visit Alix years ago and now she is with me.  

So when you look into my will see a little bit of my mother
staring back at you

and I believe that is how she will always be with those of us who she
has left behind.

dmh - August 28, 2009
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