the death of my mother
for several
years before she died.
and when
she finally passed on.
it was a relief.
for her,
for me.
for nearly everyone
who stood by her side.
it wasn't her
anymore.
without words, without
movement.
lying
in a state of newborn.
helpless
again, and yet
in her soft brown eyes.
you could see that
she was still
hanging on. i remember
whispering in
her ear. it's okay, you
can go now.
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