Here are my words Momma to accompany you on your voyage to the other side.
Your shadow is all that I see of your whisper.
The warm essence of your wings I feel at this moment caressing my soul’s loss.
Spirit writes the lines of our departure from the earth plane and we glide
with joy upon its sentences. Momma is near us. I can sense her near me.
She will always be there and when our turn comes to leave, she will extend her hand
towards us for us to take the voyage with her to Spirit ourselves.
But at this time I feel the loss. I am grieving and I am anguished.
My heart is troubled and I am angry with Spirit for having taken her.
I can remember when I was young, Momma sewed our tattered spirits.
She bathed us and also bathed our sorrows away. She prepared our meals and we were
nourished by her spirit. Momma nursed our illnesses but she also healed our emotional pain of life.
This is a mother I miss. This is a mother for whom my heart sheds tears, a reminder of
Momma, I hear the heartbeat of your music in the silent night. I see you in the
wind combing the hair of the trees. You are the radiant color upon the wheat fields.
You are the autumn’s hush that washes the flower’s faces which have survived the
summer’s season. I see the reflection of your face upon the calm sea.
You are the smile of nature. Momma is part of the sun: however, the sun is only but
a grain of sand of warmth. A true warmth awaits you in Spirit’s light.
Almost all sunflowers turn towards the sun all day. I know Momma has always turned
towards the light on the road of life.
Momma, my garden is your garden today. Let’s harvest our memories of joy
in celebrating with joy your departure. The body liberates the soul to allow
its flight. Here is a last goodbye to the memory of flesh, and always a welcome
to the flight of Momma’s soul.
The distant field is calling you.
Go; go to the destination of birth. Do not weep. She is not there.
She will always be with us and amongst us.