fuzzy mind, surrendering to other hands, eyes and knives, busy on my clayey lodgings, removing what lay inside, a life, to give lives unseen unknown,
obeying the Divine Creator, creating motherhood-
My eyes only saw eyes,reflecting sympathy concern, care,Chosen by The Supreme to help me live, a little more, someone needs my share of love, a little more,
a duty for me is still to be done, and I have to be
with one who stands beside-
a smile, a gloved hand, a voice soft, a heart learning for years, how to cure, now ready for sure, more friends than real friends ashore-
Why I keep forgetting the face?
I see the vision, the presence, the grace;
Mother, its you I see, I feel in her, she touched,
cleaned, cut and stitched,
came again and again and again,
when I was stiff and senseless in pain-
I felt a hand,and heard a voice, 'twenty minutes more it said,a voice…calm, a look angel like…
fear left me, then there was peace,
I felt a hand on my forehead-
Mother is it you? with me here...
She smiled, peaceful oblivion engulfed-
Yes, Mother was there…
All the time, with love and prayer.