Is it true that after this life of ours
we shall one day be awakened by a
terrifying clamour of trumpets?
Forgive me, God,
but I console myself that the beginning
and resurrection of all of us dead
will simply be announced
by the crowing of a cock
After that we will remain
lying down a while
The first to get up
will be mother
We'll hear her, quietly
laying the fire, quietly putting
the kettle on the stove and
cosily taking the teapot out of the cupboard.
We'll be home once more.
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Lovely sentiment as we remeber Mom on the date of her passing.
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