The end was like the beginning –
the oxygen machine breathing,
making the sound of the womb,
a soothing rhythm in the room
as she slept on the bed next to me.
All is quiet, but for the pumping
of O through her mask. In my dreams
I feel the light brush of angel wings
and fear is replaced by freedom
and limitless joy that comes,
through an opened heavenly portal.
I open my eyes to see the battle
over and done. She has won.
I rise and stand on holy ground.
– Karen Molenaar Terrell
“Angels are not etherealized human beings, evolving animal qualities in their wings; but they are celestial visitants, flying on spiritual, not material, pinions. Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love… ”
– Mary Baker Eddy
Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist 
This is very powerful. “The end was like the begining ” made me feel like I was reading a newly discovered poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet in the known universe. This conveyed to me the exact moment of your mothers passing. Karen , this a wonderful tribute to your mother , but also great art. I hope you are doing well. Rick
Thank you so much for your support and kindness, Rick. I’m so glad we’ve connected here. I’m doing well.
So powerful and so beautiful, thank you
Thank you so much for taking the time to read it, Claire.