Poem: Mom’s Haiku

mb53-Moms1 Death spoke softly Brushing her cheek With a white feather. Mother said Yes.

Tears flow The river carries leaves Touched by Lengthening shadows.

A bright quarter moon Rises over the palm trees. My mother’s smile Lives.

I was very fortunate to be fully present for my mom as she was making her transition into death in March, 2008. After she died, these haiku came to me. Mom continues to be present with me.

Sheila Klein, Flower of True Emptiness

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