My mother’s spirit
by Elouise
My mother’s spirit
Came calling last night
I saw her footprints
In this morning’s snow
Precise and measured
She passed quietly
Beneath my window
Step by small-hooved step
Down the driveway
Before crossing over
Into the woods beyond
Our house asleep
And dreaming
I think they were the prints of a red fox–which reminded me of my mother’s bright red coat. She would have loved the brilliant rainbow umbrella, and the fashionable leggings and boots.
The tracks down our driveway this morning told me I’m not alone. Neither are my three sisters, each of us with our own mother-daughter relationship to ponder. Mother Eileen died in mid-February 1999, twenty years ago, seven years before our sister Diane died of ALS in mid-February 2006.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 February 2019
Photo found at fiftiness.com
yes, the Spirit lives for ever, blessings
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Thank you kindly. I think I’m finally ready to get to know my mother’s lovely spirit. To have lived this long is a blessing.
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amen
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Bravo.
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Thank you, dear yassy.
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You are welcome, my dear.
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Touching poem.
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Thank you, Helene.
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Dear Elouise
I love everything about this reflection: the rainbow umbrella against the monochrome background – one of my favourite devices, almost exactly! – the hauntingly beautiful poem that repays careful re-reading… and the love implicit in every word.
Thank you so much for sharing. ♥♥♥
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You’re welcome, Fran. What a wonderful comment. 🙂 I’m grateful to have lived long enough to reach this point…not the end, I hope, but the beginning of something I never thought I would experience in my relationship with my mother. Blessings and lovely spring flowers to you!
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Thank you so much. ((xxx))
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Amazing.
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🙂 She was an amazing woman.
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I’m sure 😊
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