Message on a chair
Posted on May 13th, 2007
by 
iam
iam
I sat on the edge of her bed listening to silence,
cause in looking up, I noticed something that started me smiling.
A painting my grandfather had painted of me in my mother's arms when she had big Afro hair.
The wall painters left the painting across the hall in the bathroom sitting on a chair
Unknown to them, they left the painting, so that I,in this moment, could see.
they had no idea how significant a moment it would be
my mother dies in my arms and I hold her going out,
as in coming in,she held me.
two lives in sacred syncronicity.
namaste
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child
August 2008 
How perfect - thanks for sharing….