Remembering Dolores Maxwell
April 24, 1930 – Nov. 28, 2010
Today’s sky blushes awake.
The turlough lies still.
A soft November drizzle circles the turlough.
It goes on.
And I have learned that evil and good
are always there.
They travel my path,
as they did yours.
Some, they feed the monsters.
And when it came to you,
protecting the vulnerable, well…
they fed evil.
Stoked and stroked it.
and more….. so many more.
And I will never be the same again Mom.
So today, seven years on from your death by
I take comfort in the calm waters,
the white swans dozing, feeding and
My last kiss upon your head.
Your white hair shedding in my fingertips.
Your smile wide.
At peace Mom.