I wrote this the morning before my Mother died, that afternoon, and it was the last thing she heard?

You've touched all of our hearts with this lovely poem and I just want to say thank you for sharing it. Hope you don't mind if I copy it and send it someone very special in my life, my cousin and Godmother. She's like you in many ways. My own mother has been gone for nearly ten years now and I've been thinking of her so much lately because it's getting very close to "that date". Sometimes it feels like it's been much longer than ten years, and other times it feels as if it was only yesterday. She was very confused that last week and not only did she speak incoherently, she wrote in her journal in much the same way...the only way to describe it is gibberish. But a day or two before she died...in the middle of all the scribbling...were the words "looking up at the most beautiful face", in her usual and perfect handwriting. Then it went right back to the scribbles. Have to believe that there was an Angel there for her. Just wanted you to know how your poem has brought me peace again.