On the anniversary of my mother’s death

This afternoon

In a cafe

With my daughter

I watched how ribbons of light

Seemed to fall around her,

A warm and an exuberant embrace.

She closed her  eyes and smiled and I


Can you feel her too? Her warm embrace

In golden strands of sunshine .

My mother,

Kissing your hair

As the glow of light flickers across your  face.

It is the anniversary of my mother’s passing

And in these sweet moments

I feel

Her near you

Touching your hair in long, soft strokes.

The light is her parting gift

On this cool March day.

-by J. Hamilton




Finding hope

She once said

Life was bitter sweet

Like the first time  one ever loved

And that love ended too soon.

That’s all I could think of

As I watched the ventilator pushing air into her lungs,

Dry blood around her lips like crushed petals. Het trademark,

The beautiful lilac birthmark

That sat high up on her cheek

Disappeared into her paleness.

All I could do was imagine her

Waking up,

Her beautiful

Blue crystal eyes

Meeting mine,

And my heart saying,

I am so glad you are here.

Stay with me a little longer.

It isn’t time for you to go.

I am not ready to let you go.

But her  eyes remained shut

And she

slipped away

Before I could be by her side. The machines that kept her alive would suddenly be silent.

And it was bitter sweet


To have loved her

And lost her,

To find the strength to remember

how she  believed in hope and finding hope

By thinking of the most beautiful things.

By j. Hamilton








It felt like spring today

With the melting snow in my herb garden,

Uncovering fragrant mint leaves

And parsley.

The red limbs of my dogwood

Dripped in rain

And underneath them;

Where my children once played

-Under tangled leaves

Was a tunnel

For wintering animals:

And around it,


By j. Hamilton