Windfall of Life: The Story - Track 8

"My sister Colleen has given me a most beautiful gift. When I listen to her thoughts and memories of our mother's death, I am comforted." - Connie Clabby

Transcript

The poem that my sister Connie wrote, I would like to read for you now. It's called Windfall by Connie Clavin. My mother races to the wind chimes, Brushes through with dance, Swirls to the top of the mighty oak, Bending back its branch, Then leaps to hug a snowflake fall and rides her silent friend to wherever it blows, Wherever it goes, Then gets up and does it again. My mother sprints to the ocean to clang the bell buoy offshore. Wave after wave she sits and drifts on her own accord. She reaches for a passing gull and matches its wings to hers. Singing and swinging she blends earth and sky till harmony settles, The horizon sighs. My mother, My mother, With no more to tend, Is free at last riding the wind. This poem also set her free as well as my sister and me. It was an extraordinary experience. I love you mom. Thank you.

Reviews

Thank you from the bottom of my heart. My Mom passed on 7/11/18. I was with her in her last days and it was an extrordinary experience of love ♡ I'm so grateful I was there with her. Your sisters poem was lovely, I'm so glad you included it.

Thank you for sharing your story

Thank you for sharing your story. It touched my soul and heart.💕

What a beautiful tribute to your mom and your love for each other❤️

Yes for me to it was an extraordinary experience, I will always treasure . my mom died in September. . Also surrounded by love of family, her Journey was different as everyone's is....thank you for sharing your experience with peace.