(In Honor of what would have been my mother's 90th birthday,
July 3, 2011.)
At the intersection of fear and love,
at the edge of sadness and the moment of new life,
as guilt dissolves into wholeness,
and this year spins away from what came before,
pain subsides --
leaving behind only her chocolate-covered coconut patties,
her gym shoes, a silky pink robe.
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