Loving Mother Poem by RIC BASTASA

i remember
loving mother on her
last hours on her
deathbed

spider webs
embroidered in her eyes
blurring from the
morning light

unable to read us
simply imagining
the images
flashing like neon
lights one evening

on that last day
she called my name
and she asked me
something
but i did not answer
anymore

i told her
it is time for her to go
that she must go in peace
that an angel shall meet her
like the light at the end of her tunnel

i held her hand gently
and she closed her eyes

i said a prayer
to send her there.

outside it was so peaceful
not even the wind was there
to make a leaf fall

then the sun shone
and light entered the room
filtered by the glass window