by jennie joy
As there is beauty in mother nursing newborn child
there is beauty in daughter and granddaughter nursing an aging woman
Silent again – after so many years of speech
Eating and sleeping again fill her days
Is the end near – close at hand?
Seconds and hours and days seem to roll on interminably
until suddenly the final page is read and book closed on a life
and spirit slips away to a far more natural realm
where the earth-book was written and read
and the light of Love blankets the world-weary soul
born again.
