Malcolm Evison - Going Home [for Anne]

Life ebbs and wheezes –
we look
for signs of grace.

She slides
into the arms of love
and finds her peace.

We simply hear the space
she left behind. We smile
knowing this cannot be
the time for tears.

Her rest is welcome
as our spirits rise
to share in this release.

The process of decay
has ceased
to prey upon her mind –

She glides
into the arms of sleep.



[Written for my mother who died in 2004]

Malcolm Evison

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