Glow

(I wrote about my mom’s death in previous blogs, but wanted to remind you that as my mother lay dying, I saw a pinpoint of light glide across the floor towards her bed. After that, my mom opened her eyes, she smiled, and there was an undeniable, bright glow on her face and all around her head that everyone in the room averred. This is when I believe that most of her spirit made the great transition.)

GLOW

A point of light floats through
the room where her body rests.
It alights on the pillow
like a robin on her nest.

It settles on her head,
it fills her countenance.
She smiles riant beams –
it is her circumstance.

Did you see it, was it there?
Yes, I saw it, I know:
her light, her friend, herself the angel.
I saw her glow – she glowed.