My mother was gracious about life and death.
Nothing scared her, detained her,
Obstructed her, refrained her.
It gave me a thrill
Just to hear her.
All her days were spent in the development of natural elegance.
I had my teachers, over the years––
Exceptional, profound teachers.
She was all of them rolled into one
And then a little something extra.
The cut of her communication was from
A different cloth than even the great poets.
Her spirit was as strong as one of those buddhas
That died in the lotus position.
She knew it as all who love love all who love.
Spoken word version from Homage.
Copyright © 2007 by Jim Cohn.