A Good Mother

I close my eyes, and I see her.

In my mind’s eye,

My mother looks many years younger than when she passed away.

I delight at seeing her glowing face and her gorgeous blond hair.

She is smiling.

She exudes happiness and peace.

I am fascinated by the brightness in her eyes.

It’s evident that Spirit inhabits her being; I see it resting in her gaze.

I know that her old appearance, brought by years of deception and hardship

Was only hiding the truth,

I know that behind her tired face,

Her etheric form always shined strongly.

I sit with her quietly, and her presence feels new and unfaded.

We do not speak words, but our hearts understand our sacred dialogue.

In silence, we hold hands

Moved by grace as profoundly as we allow our core to be touched,

In silence, we sit

Embraced by this moment

In eternity.