The end of life is as natural as the beginning, and all of the the stages between them. It is, however, the most difficult. Birth is sudden and full of potential. Death is often drawn out, painful, and devoid of potential.  The living must wait for nature to take its course.

My ninety year old mother passed away recently. It was time for her to go and she faced death bravely. But still......



There were purple tulips in my mothers room
the day that she passed away.

They were a gift from my wife
for Easter Sunday.

She also brought my mothers clothes
that Mum would no longer need.

Mum wanted her comfortable clothes
such a sad and simple deed.

These were the things that were left of Mum
after all of her years.

Some purple tulips and old womans clothes
and a few of her sons tears.

There were purple tulips in my mothers room
the day that she passed away.