This is about My Mother.
And when I lay my head down
on your pillow,
I know that I'll sleep well,
believing that Heaven's for letting
or that we've never left Zion.
The Land of Tenderness
will welcome me at dawn.
With no urgency,
you'll, softly, look
into my heart to
quietly
remind me
that
life needs to be
thought about,
just like a happy death
that will meet us
halfway
when we shut the windows
of vanishing tomorrows.
