The author with her mom when Carol visited to say goodbye. Saturday, 21 June 2014. Falls Church, Virginia.
I sit here by my mother’s bed
While she slowly drifts off,
And quickly drifts off.
The swift sleep comes in this life,
The slow sleep leads her to the next.
Will she dream?
I know not how, or of what.
But I know
Dreams she may have
Will be lifted on angels’ wings
To carry her home,
To carry her home.
sixblocksfromthecity 
This photograph and poem stopped me in my tracks…. how precious this is and how we must pause for a moment and realize that any one of us could be in this ‘place’ at any time…… bravo!
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Thank you, Roxi. Your comment brings me joy in a period of intense bittersweetness. Sending you love in appreciation for the grace of your heart.
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I send you the same to you and yours. 🙂
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