Poem for My Mother

The following poem was written in the last years of my Mother's life. She was blind from macular degeneration, and was fighting 2 kinds of cancer, and yet . . .

“My Mother’s Grace”
-for Margaret Ann Fitzpatrick Coughlin

My Mother never holds
onto evil, suffering, hate,
resentment.

In her mind’s eye
is always centered

Gratitude

joy and fun:

It is the most amazing
charism I have ever seen.

The day my Mother dies
she will have in front of her
not pain, regret, or fear,

But the last wonderful thing.