Mother

She was lying in her bed

Both daughters were near

Strong bodies curved around

Bless-ed frame of woman

By holy work and holy water

Their tears were pure, shimmering

Like her eyes, her diamond hair

The sisters breathed her presence

Everything about her

They stroked her shoulders, her arms

All she had done

They kissed her cheeks, her hands.

All she had given

They held around her waist

All they had learned

Waiting with her in the dark

The air was full of years

Stories fluttered on the wall