Here in my sister’s California homeÂ
where my mother felt most loved
I do at last feel her calm presence.
My mother felt most at ease, loved, protectedÂ
with Mary. This I know.
While I could always make her laugh
Mary was her heart’s dear companion.
I do feel her comfortably hereÂ
No longer anxious fretful confused
But free, plump, calm
Seeing and hearing the world around her
Loosed from infirmity and worry.
Being.
Simply being.
