My 86 year old mother has notebooks filled with her writing which came pouring out of her late in life. One Christmas she typed and photocopied all she had written and put them into spiral bound books for each of her four daughters. Some of her writing is brief, some is pages long, and most is deeply religious. I think her Catholicism got her through some very trying times in her life.
As my mother slips deeper and deeper into the unrelenting claws of dementia and Alzheimer's, I'm re-reading her words from a different perspective. And I want the world to feel her words. It's my little tribute to a mother who, though reserved in her attention to her children, had a deeply spiritual side.
Night's soft womb opened and birthed
a thousand stars
who sang in sacred harmony
and danced in swirls of such radiance
that my vibrating heart almost burst.