In preparation of our parting

The stick

I picked

last Sunday 

in our woods

and an empty 

bottle of ...... whisky.... probably

and a shard of porcelain

fragments - stories - connections

to past and present

and 

the future so near

without you

in preparation 

of our parting

I am creating

because creating is eternal

and you shall be with me 

contained

in every single

creation

embedded in love

soft soft hands

soft soft hands

holding you

touching you

framing your face

your eyes

big blue lakes

searching

questioning

closing

is it time to go?

I can not leave

you yet Mama

the hymns are not 

sounding 

yet 

the bell is not

chiming 

yet

You are tired

my darling

it`s ok

you can go

as you say

you will be 

over the rainbow

dancing on sunshine

Signs in my bodily landscape

First came the tears of desperation

then a solid bar of pain

out of the blue

across my back

at the height of the heart

and my right shoulder blade

frozen

and my tummy swollen

and hollow 

and full

These are the signs in my 

bodily landscape

across the ocean

across the seas

across the snowy mountain tops 

and across the layers 

my love for my mother

is indescribable 

I love her

her face fallen

and sometimes illuminated

the face of the little girl she was

clear blue eyes

a softness and gentleness

and grace 

beauty

that is my mother