Homecoming

As the sun in the east slowly breaks

The breath of life escaped mama

So long had she waited

So short a life she lived

Time stood still as mama

Found her friends at rest

The angels as imagined

Were calling out her name

A ray of light so blinding

Shined in tunnel near

As group of marching stewards

Met my mama dear

A rain of bitter sorrow

Left many a heavy heart

My mother's well- loved chapter

Ended before my eyes

An eerie sound of longing

Caught me in its claws

Through the beaming sunlight

She said her last adieu


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Those who know her but have not read her poems will be surprised, yet not. Vicky is a sensitve spirit, very much in touch with her inner self and all who are around her. She is a treasure .. in Spanish, una tesora real. Whenever we see the universe through another person's eyes, our world is enlarged. But, when we see it through their spirit, our understanding is enlarged. Thank God for Lady Vicky.