Glorious Memories

For about six years, I cared for my mother and mother-in-law in my home before I no longer could,  before they went to a nursing home where they died. I called them the ladies, my ladies, not because of any biased gender designation, but because they were royalty.  They were the good queens that ruled my life.  Their needs commanded.  

They also displayed their royal crowns through their raw, unfiltered emotions and behaviors.  For example my mother, a very traditional, religious lady, once shed compassionate tears for a troubled, transsexual person on a TV talk show. The kindness in her heart was pure, not clouded by judgmental dogma. My mother-in-law engaged in hours of prayerful meditation daily. She prayed to ease world suffering, while she was oblivious to her own. Examples of their goodness are plentiful.

They both believed in heaven.  I'm convinced they found their way.  I hope somehow they can see how much they taught me, how much I miss them, how grateful I am to bask in their glory.

Storm clouds dissipate
Sun's light rays slowly appear

Glorious brilliance

(For Poets United where Sumana prompts us to write about "glory".)