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THE SPIRIT OF HER MOM

I’ve only seen her once…in the early morning calm….

looking into our window…the spirit of her mom.

 

I had been out running…(this is when I used to run)

while the moon was still illuminating…still hours before the sun.

 

I headed up our driveway…out of breath…hands on my hips

when I saw her…she saw me…and put a finger to her lips.

 

Immediately I stopped…cautious not to take another step

as she looked into the window…of the room where her daughter slept.

 

I watched her closely…silently…in the darkness…for a while

then she turned her gaze to me…and she nodded…and she smiled.

 

I smiled back…calm and unafraid…happy she found a way

to look in on her daughter…and then I watched her fade away.

 

And I thought how wonderful it is to know the line between life and death is thin…

that even though she’s no longer with us…her mom is looking in.

 

That night gave us peace of mind…for since then we have found

we both sleep a little easier…knowing she’s around.

 

I no longer run to begin my day but I’m confident in the early morning calm

If I look out of our window…I’ll see the spirit of her mom

 

looking in on her daughter…and, perhaps…on her son-in-law too

 

watching over and…protecting…the way she used to do.


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