Death spoke softly
Brushing her cheek
With a white feather.
Mother said
Yes.
Tears flow
The river carries leaves
Touched by
Lengthening shadows.
A bright quarter moon
Rises over the palm trees.
My mother’s smile
Lives.
I was very fortunate to be fully present for my mom as she was making her transition into death in March,
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Death spoke softly
Brushing her cheek
With a white feather.
Mother said
Yes.
Tears flow
The river carries leaves
Touched by
Lengthening shadows.
A bright quarter moon
Rises over the palm trees.
My mother’s smile
Lives.
I was very fortunate to be fully present for my mom as she was making her transition into death in March, 2008. After she died, these haiku came to me. Mom continues to be present with me.
Sheila Klein, Flower of True Emptiness
