my mother: my last goodbye, I love you

by walterdoege

my mother passed on yesterday…in a winter beautiful sunset time…still not night…that time when is a day turning a night…nor day nor night…the sun was still in the horizon…the moon was arriving…she was ninety years…I feel me well…I feel she is well…I love my mother…she loves me…loving is share…I keep on my path…loving…living…I feel my loving is a ground for me and for her and for you…I am my solitude…I am the share with you…you are those who I love…and those who loves me…share…I love you world…world is the people…loving is my only crucible…in this winter night I write this writing…your warm feelings turn my house a home…turn my life a loving free movement…a free amorous movement…I have nothing…I don’t have even my life…I have nothing, but share is my loving…share loving is my love loving living…I feel loving is have nothing, no one, nor my life…my life is not of mine…living is perceive and respect that I have nothing…I am my solitude…I am this share with you…now…today, vesperas of another tomorrow…a brand new day…death is not the worst…death in into life…death is my solely real hard to face…I am facing death…I am also facing my death…death is a real…love is more real…loving is accept death, my death…my laudes, my morning pray…vesperas, my almost night pray…Dear Love, I feel so strong the reveries of days gone by…I feel so strong the hope that is tomorrow…future is something that I face…death is in the future…my death…from birth to this somewhere in time when is not day still and is not already night…living is my loving…my love loving…my solitude…my friendsdhip and the love friendship i receive from you…I am our share…share is loving…loving has no begin nor end…my endless love…my endless loving…even after my last goodbye, loving remains…as a real fragrance of loving realities…my dear mother, my last goodbye, I love you so much…my mother, you love me so much and my mother, my gratitude and kindness cause loving is also the last goodbye and loving is at the same time no fareweel, no goodbye…as a pause between musical notes…the silence between my words in this writing…a pause, a silence, a silence loving, a silence healing…my mother, loving never dies…my father, loving never dies…my friends, dear friends, living seems a dream, but living is a lovely mistery…my dear mother, I love you always…I am my loving free amorous solitude, with you…our common loving dear friends…loving seems what I have to do, just loving, almost nothing, almost everything…this writing is for you