Photo courtesy Thomas Quantz Thanksgiving 2007 Calgary My last visit with Mother on Earth
I could see forever in your eyes Mother.
You sense of humour was amazing.
It probably still is.
Saturdays I miss you the most.
I will feel your love on the breeze.
Often when I go for long walks
I remember the forest
Our special talks.
On Saturday evenings we would spend time on the phone.
Your laughter filled my heart.
I was never alone because you were near.
I am now not alone because it is clear
All that your taught me
I am finding it is true.
I just reach for the Master’s hand
When I am feeling blue.
The cook made wonderful cinnamon rolls.
The smell of them took me home to you.
I remember, once in particular, on the ranch
You had a large pot of beans in the oven
Some cinnamon buns spoke of your loving.
It is seven months ago you went to the Master.
I am not finding my days…especially
Saturdays go very much faster.
The grieving is natural.
I need to practice your presence more.
I think I will come visit you in the dreamscape.
You on that far distant shore.
Last month when your anniversay day came around
I was lost.
I went to sleep early.
I had a large new mirror by my bed.
I looked and I saw your reflection instead.
What an honour.
How wonderful it would be
When I truly find the gracious qualities of Mother in me.
On Saturdays or any day
I want to honour your love with my life.