Becoming An Angel

Taking turns twisting around in a swing of childhood. Listening to yesterday's calls to come home and remembering the safety that was attached to that tone of voice. Being secretly attuned to that particular voice of a mother's love. Sounding echoes reverberate from the heavens where she is now living. Watching me as I've grown, becoming now, a senior citizen and aging soon into a cocoon, dying within and flowing into heaven, becoming an angel just like my mother so many years ago. Tears being spent in a quiet sorrow, missing her, yet knowing too, that family will be missing me also. Tears stringing down my face, holding onto the ones I love the most.