She gasped her last breaths
As if she wanted to say something
I listened and watched
Not knowing what to do or say
Yet I started to pray
I heard her say thank you
The last moments with my Mom
At times I'll go into a zone maybe a dimensional circle or deep Meditation possibly a trance and start walking,talking or writing MY thoughts and ideas then melt and blend together bonding as a Whole like 100 drops of different colors in a jar,I'll shake And mix it in a ink-well, It's then applied on paper with minor changes, Yes I now truly believe its ready to post and possibly a good roast? And remember "Al the Green Rain Train" is an excellent book to learn English (Alfred Guajardo)
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