This will be the wedding of the century!
Mom had Alzheimer's. In her last days, I wondered how conscious her death was. Would she find her own way? This poem was published a month ago, but I'm adding audio.
My mother passed away on April 3, 2016. I wrote a few poems about her death, and this is one of them. One day while she was very sick, my brothers and I left to catch a bite to eat. In the parking lot at our destination, as I got out of the car, I saw on the pavement in a perfect line, three shiny pennies. Mom loved to pick up pennies, and the fact there were three of them in a straight line seemed to be a message. When do you ever see coins arranged like that on the ground? In fact, could only find one image of three pennies in a straight row on line just now. It was a foreboding....
Reflection on the loss of my mother.
Change is constancy. The tree is a tree. It is as it is. Mother, Great Pine is old and cracked yet still useful to time.
Is dark matter Dark Mother? From my Tao Box, Card 41: "That from which the universe sprang may be looked upon as its mother."
Winter haiku...Reflecting on the loss of the mother I knew.