Poetry | Tribute | Grief | Spirituality

I’ll See You in the Misty Morrow

Saying goodbye to my mother

As the sun glimmered crested smug on the east horizon I kissed my mum goodbye for the last time a moment of forever bliss.

It was not how when or where she wanted it to be; Death rarely grants us our final parting wish

and yet, for her, once again compromise became the gold standard earnest lessons learned through a life well-lived in humble service laced with sacrifice

We stood sat stood an ever-present vigil by her side Her breath drawing even ever-shallow the rhythmic thrum thrum of a soul being so very gently elevated parted from the vessel that had borne her soul

In her right hand upon a Bible clutched a little whittled cross her savior holding fast her faith a passage to Heaven’s gate where her beloved awaited her applauding

My mum and dad together forevermore I will see you both again somewhere thereabouts in the misty morrow 💛 🙏 💜

© Carolyn Hastings 2023

Dedicated to my darling mother who passed away early this morning, July 3 2023, in Melbourne Australia, aged 94 years.

My brother and I were present to witness Mum’s passing, as we were nearly 11 years ago for our father’s. I consider it an honor to have been granted this most intimate of experiences — there is nothing quite as vulnerable and spiritually profound as observing life passing through to death and onto everlasting glory. Mum is where she wants to be — reunited forevermore with her husband of 62 years, who died in the same hospital emergency department on October 30, 2012. 💛 🙏 💜

I’ve written previously about the little whittled cross that Mum held in her hand as she was dying —

I’ve also written previously about my mum —

Thank you to Denise Larkin for accepting this piece into her publication, The Lark. 🙏 💙

Thank you so much for being here. 🙏 💕