GOING HOME - a poem

In this week following Mothering Sunday memory prompted to re-post the following poem.

                         

                           GOING HOME

                       (For Anne 17 May 2004)

                 Life ebbs and wheezes –

we look

for signs of grace.

She slides

into the arms of love

and finds her peace.

We simply hear the space

she left behind. We smile

knowing this cannot be

the time for tears.

Her rest is welcome

as our spirits rise

to share in this release.

The process of decay

has ceased

to prey upon her mind –

She glides

into the arms of sleep.

 Malcolm Evison 

 (Written for my mother)

 19 May 2004