Life ebbs and wheezes – <br />we look <br />for signs of grace. <br /> <br />She slides <br />into the arms of love <br />and finds her peace. <br /> <br />We simply hear the space <br />she left behind. We smile <br />knowing this cannot be <br />the time for tears. <br /> <br />Her rest is welcome <br />as our spirits rise <br />to share in this release. <br /> <br />The process of decay <br />has ceased <br />to prey upon her mind – <br /> <br />She glides <br />into the arms of sleep. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />[Written for my mother who died in 2004]<br /><br />Malcolm Evison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-home-for-anne/
