I tell myself,
In the process of creation,
her art fulfilled its purpose.
If the family has chosen what to keep
Freeing the rest to the universe
is just extending its mandate
not a betrayal to her
memory.
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Shawn L. Bird 
A SAD TIME FOR SURE!
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A MOTHER’S ART—MODELED IN HER CHILDREN!
concise and very relatable ~ nicely done
Beautiful sentiments, Shawn. I know how tough those decisions can be after a loved-one passes. “Freeing the rest to the universe”… what a gift ♥️
Oh this is such a difficult thing to do. Sounds like you’re getting it right though. Bless you
the truest expression of love. great poem. I’ve re-posted it here: https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/09/08/emptying-my-mothers-house-shawn-l-bird/
full credit given.
Thanks for sharing your words again. 🙂
The letting go is such hard work, and it has so many layers, like some great, nightmarish onion. Wishing you peace and comfort as you navigate this difficult passage.
No, it wasn’t a betrayal. It took me and my brothers and sister weeks to empty the pokey little place that was my mother’s last home. It wasn’t because of the volume of stuff (though there was a lot – she had an inability to let go of what she didn’t need). It was because, the more we did, the closer we got to the end of her, and none of us wanted to get there.
I could feel it!
Absolutely beautiful