Mother lay like a withered flower, thin and weak
last breaths, struggling to keep going
sputtered like a candle flame about to die.
Around her, we held our breaths
every second held a lifetime
the past is forgotten for the moment
Mother lay like a withered flower, thin and weak
last breaths, struggling to keep going
sputtered like a candle flame about to die.
Around her, we held our breaths
every second held a lifetime
the past is forgotten for the moment
There are moments of magic and challenges in living this earthly life. May my wings soar through the blessed energy of the universe.