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  1. So hauntingly lovely, Lana. I imagine writing about losing your mother is a cleansing experience, right? At least, that’s what others say. At any rate, we’re fortunate to be able to put sorrows like this into words. Hugs to you!

  2. I almost feel bad for the painting, trying to be cheerful in its heartbreaking environment. This touched me: “pressing my pulse to hers / willing her to live / her life dispensing / into my soul” as if you are trying to pump life back into her, even as she pumps what’s left of her life into you. “Dispensing” is a great word choice. “Cherished moments… like air” is a gorgeous simile, ethereal, yet what keeps us alive and breathing. Great job, Lana. 🙂

    • Thank you so much, Joan. Yes, it is sad about the painting in light of such circumstances. It is truly these moments that fill us with such emotions that we can later process and write about. xo

  3. Absolutely mesmerizing! Are we not vessels in which our loved ones help fill with life’s lessons of which they themselves have learned so long ago? I’ve always believed that we each are parts of one another. Although unique in our own way, we share a commonality. Beautiful words.

  4. Your poem is very touching. I did not get a chance to reach my mum’s bed. And plus she said to dad she had something to tell me, but she went with it – it is still sitting at the back of my brain. Not easy to forget. The best thing is that you were there with her and for her. Life is an exam, individually we all have a different question paper.

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