Viriginia

My Mamma...

Spring has come once again; but I know it is my Autumn, my late Autumn.  The bed that I lye in, has become my green pasture. 

The noise of the world, the sounds, the voices, the chaos... I now recognize as simply the moving water along side where I lay.

As I gaze upward, there is no ceiling, the Sun does not diminish my sight, the clouds drift aside and I see my new home being prepared for me.

Words, I now only know one... Love. 

Author's Note

For my Dear Mother...