"mother beautiful"
By Tretchicovmanicova
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i close my eyes, exhale passionately and as i begin to tingle and become the wind, i feel you there, beside me, so close, that my tears run down your cheek with how much i miss you. i ask how you are and you say how beautiful it is there, how everything is the very definition of serenity and joy. i begin to cry feeling both joy and pain: joy that one day i, too, shall be there and the pain of longing for you as if i am thirst unable to ever know the pleasures of cool water. how fortunate the angels are to be near you. as i sense our time is drawing nigh, i kiss your hands and press them to my forehead. you smile to me as tears stream down my childlike cheeks. our eyes compose the beautiful music that our souls feel and you tell me as we slip from each other to listen and truly hear the bright angel within.
always, for our mother
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
29jul09
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