As I sit at the edge of the lake in the setting sun I think about days gone by.
She whispers her wisdom to me.
My mother is old, her skin and voice are soft with age
She speaks of a future that is still only a dream. Following a wish for her grandchildren to be blessed with love, hope and happiness.
In that last light of day I realize that my mother may soon be gone away, just like the sunset, having been blessed with the beauty of who she is. She has told me about the pain of losing her mother and how she wishes that she was still her to talk to.
She shares her mothers words of wisdom.
I realize that I too will miss my mother, her words, advice and the love of my mother.
Gone are the days when as a child she held my hand, wiped my tears and made it all better but right now I still have her soft voice, her soft words and hands to hold.
I open my eyes and I know that I cherish these moments still and when she is gone, her love will stay with me in how I speak to my children and whisper her words of wisdom.
Sakaw Iskwew 