Amazing Grace - Amma - A Living Memory
When they called me into a private room in ER, I stepped in,
with trepidation
When they first pronounced "it's not looking good", tears welled up
When they first pronounced "it's not looking good", tears welled up
and broke through the banks
No logic nor propriety; but all heart
As one who gave me a beginning faced her end,
No logic nor propriety; but all heart
As one who gave me a beginning faced her end,
every day was unlike another
Two months passed like an unending night with dreams
some beautiful and others dreadful
Could I forget the night I eased her with a lullaby or the day her lips parted in a
Could I forget the night I eased her with a lullaby or the day her lips parted in a
smile even in mute distress
Or the quiet evening when I meditated in her still presence?
She left as regally as she came; while her form and person
Or the quiet evening when I meditated in her still presence?
She left as regally as she came; while her form and person
merged with the five elements
As I go about, I do miss her presence a lot, but her Amazing Grace
As I go about, I do miss her presence a lot, but her Amazing Grace
is what I treasure the most!
1 comment:
Prasad, it is a moving narration on the final days of your mother. Thank you for sharing, as it is not always easy to.
I am sure even with her mideical condition, she would have felt and understood the love, affection and care you all have shown to her.
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