She came as a bird when I opened the front door
She showed up when reaching in the cabinet to get the dog dish,
her spaghetti strainer rolled out and hit the floor
She spoke, when “by chance,” I placed in that strainer
the container to the courage cup I recently bought my husband
She got through to me yesterday there’s no doubt
after I had strongly told her to stay away, let me work things out
She got through showing me what else I could feel
reminding me of what she told me before she died
Courage, get into your courage, I “heard” her say
Get yourself a lawyer and fight for what’s right
Like the strainer, the bad stuff passes through
while the good stuff collates on top
My mother made her way into my home yesterday
with the help of animals and significant innate objects
she got my attention and offered me a message
she helped me to open up my mind and my heart
Today, over and over, I’m experiencing her saying
I‘m here and supporting you, I’m not going away
I’m here, sorry for your pain, know I’m helping you through
I’m here stronger and closer than ever because I love you ...
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