Conversations with the Universe,



Mothers

my mother desintegrating
her life before her eyes

change of tone
no other choice
but the body claims,
disease erupting from her breast
through her skin
spread along the lymph nodes

no other choice but
moved by her pain
to forgive
ask to be forgiven

'Ill never change...she said"
but now its different,
life shortens
the body claims

her voice softens
with forgiveness
as her words change
as her skin is taken
piece by piece
patches of suffering

I tell her to use
aloe vera
to bring the cooleness of winter
on her skin
to seal with love
her open sores
one more chance to have an ally
to open conversation with the Earth