Hour 13 – Death as My Mother

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. 

6 thoughts on “Hour 13 – Death as My Mother

  1. ” 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!

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