Dear all:

I wrote this "letter" when I tried to envision my mother's last moments before death. It helped me to get through it in 2002 and I pray that it brings with it even a modicum of perspective:



A sweet melody before I go...
Sweet trumpets blowing honeydew nectar
allowing me to taste the notes
for those senses still intact

Tangy saxaphones leading me astray;
yeah,just like that
to replace the bitterness
that was harbored oh so long

Pungent piano rifts a plenty
to help me drift earnestly
into a state of mind
which bears no city limits

Succulent percussions sentience
replace the divine drought
brought about in vain
by hateful ploys abound

Savory harps divine
gently stringing proudly
it's completion has occurred...
Now my eyes shall blink no more



Take care
God Bless
FTM

aaw, that was beautiful. hugs for you :angel: