JOAN



She was and is the centre
of her solar system, giving light and warmth
to the family, friends, Church, orbiting
the glowing heart of love.

Even as that sun gutters,
dims, and the outer dark mystery encroaches,
her gathered planets give their own
stored radiance back.

Lily of the Valley was her
favourite flower, blooming in fortuitous vigour
as she paled to transparency in the
thin-sheeted hospital bed.

Consummatum est; the cup
brimming fuller than most, has been drained.
No drop spilled or wasted, Godspeed,
mother of my father,

Grandmother to me, our clan
matriarch, blood of my blood, fortress sanctuary
of my bone, place of safety, archetype of
unconditional compassion.

Husband and wife reunite
where mountain, ocean, sun’s glint, pink reef,
horizon, and vast open sky are one

in one single glance.

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