On this day
four weeks ago,
I sat next
to my mother
for her
last hours
advocating,
singing
touching
stroking
being present
for her.
Whatever
my heart
could do,
I did.
Pure
full-hearted
service
satisfies like
nothing else.
*
I have had many
of those experiences –
but hadn’t made
the connection.
Assisting leaders
in programs,
a participant
at the ER,
a mentor
at her book launch,
my husband
at his annual art events.
Attending to the whole
and the parts.
Full-hearted
full-throated
loving.
Focused.
Intentional.
Present.
*
A month
has passed.
The heart
can hardly
breathe or
speak,
for what
came after
silenced me
and there
I still remain
unveiling
truths.
August 10, 2018
[Special thanks and love to Debra Martin for unwittingly inspiring me to keep writing, until I could be complete.]
