How then did you leave
In the silken escape
Of solitude
With nothing left undone
Tired must have been your bones
And veiled your eyes
To the cataract concession
Of a life long on colorful characters
You gave your gracious gift of goodbye
Dialing up those who would miss you most
In the hours shared with the meriful moon
The finality of farewell in your voice
Nothing left undone, ever your way
Regrets wound into balls of yarn
So to stitch a warmed shoulder soft
When it is your hand, my longing to hold
How then you slid away without the everyday soldiers
Saluting and standing guard for your heart's surrender
Failed the cannon fanfare, no medals pinned
Commemorating your courageous and heroic battle
Saving the slender slivers of your last breath to be kind
By comforting those you sent from your side
As not to witness sleep steal you for Heaven's sake
Bravely sacrificing yourself to silence of the wee hours
Nothing left undone, words whispered
Into the ears of the brand new namesake babe
And all your own babies grown and gilded
Like a perfect picket fence
What gave you presence of mind
Choosing not the endless parade of passerbys
To mark what journey's end might behold
You saved your barely there breath to blow a kiss
Why alone was it you set sail from me
I'm convinced you rode the waves of peaceful purpose
To find your much needed rest
Your selfless actions, staying true to your design
Nothing left undone
You loved and love encompassed all
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A fine tribute to your Mum. We can never really recover save for carrying their memory and teachings and family history.