Good Morning, Mama.
A birthday in heaven, oh my!
Do you have moonbeams
fluffy clouds to entertain
you in your quiet time?
Do you know when surrounded there
with the Love of the Master
how much love you gave
in your latest lifetime here?
Do you have any idea how I
can make it through today?
I never thought one person could create such a void.
But, then again, I never could be close enough to tend
To your needs in the closing years.
However, our Thanksgiving last year was very special.
I embrace those moments.
I look forward to embracing you
I am sad.
I am learning to grieve.
I know you are finally safe from the storm….
However, knowing you, you are probably
planning your next adventure here.
I want you to enjoy yourself
now in that sacred place.
May the love of my childhood
And your caring loving ways
sustain my siblings and me
While we walk through the tears.
Don’t get me wrong now.
I want you to know
I see your beauty whereever I go.
Your joy and your laughter
I hear in the rain.
But, honestly, Mother
In memories eyes She wondered why the crow had never taken Her on the trip she so dearly needed. The answer now was clear. “You cannot enjoy the heavenly Throne If you don’t find heaven here.” The living in the moment Is not a great surprise Just learn to see the Master In everything before your eyes.” The following was written in grief from losing Mother. I wanted to be with her. Now I know she wants me to be here. “Flying on my own.”