When death comes I hope she
Takes the form of my mother.
Even if it is a lie, I hope she takes
Me into her arms and lifts me into
The afterlife, the way she held me
When I came into this world.
It would be the only fair thing
In life so far.
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When death comes I hope she
Takes the form of my mother.
Even if it is a lie, I hope she takes
Me into her arms and lifts me into
The afterlife, the way she held me
When I came into this world.
It would be the only fair thing
In life so far.
“It would be the only fair thing / In life so far. ” BRAVE! I admire this.
Thank you so much! That means a lot 🙂
” I hope she takes/Me into her arms and lifts me into/
The afterlife, the way she held me/When I came into this world,” so completely expresses the heartbeat of this piece. The strength of it lives in how you let these images breathe…so much lives in between what you say. Beautiful!
Thank you so much! This comment means so much, because I usually struggle with getting images to come through, so I’m so glad this one spoke to you!
What a lovely way to go, knowing that it might be my mother to help me on my next journey… beautiful 🌞
Thank you so much Janis!