The Gift of a Song

Trapped in a body
that was unable to move
my mother lay
in her hospital bed.

"I love you, Mom."
the only words I could
think to say.

I watched as my father
stroked her forehead.
Singing,
"Sure, I love the dear silver
that shines in her hair."
"Oh Godd bless you
and keep you, Mother Mckree."

A bright light of love
glowed around them.
A halo that framed
the two of them.
together for the last time
on this earth.

Eight years later,
in my own unconscious body,
I heard my sister singing,
so peacefully,
the overwhelming gift of love.