April 11, 2024
For my mother -- RIP
I have your black iron skillets
and a bamboo plant to remember you by,
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along with these memories of friendship and
love between a mother and her son.
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We gave you care and attention to which
you were unaccustomed,
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and you didn’t always know how to handle that.
Your trauma ran deep. We see that now.
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You’ve moved on to the Great Beyond, part of
the Oversoul, the Swirl of consciousness that is All Things.
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Your suffering has ended. For that I am grateful.
Find your twin, lost so long ago, and run free together once again.
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David Muñoz
I'm a recovering artist in Austin, Texas. Stoic student, mystic, writer, poet, guitarist, father, brother, son, friend. I am an eternal soul living a human experience. Part of that experience is working through my stuff by making art.
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Comments (2)
Wow. That's so beautiful. You can feel the longing between the lines...
Sorry for your loss. Beautiful and healing tribute