Ask her.

She will tell you. She won’t be able to tell you physically or verbally. Yet, she will communicate in a way you may not know yet. Keep your mind and heart open for signs. Your mother will communicate her wishes if you let her and are willing to listen. Ask her. Ask her what she wants. [...]

Locked Doors

Locked Doors
by Anne Sexton
For the angels who inhabit this town,
although their shape constantly changes,
each night we leave some cold potatoes
and a bowl of milk on the windowsill.
Usually they inhabit heaven where,
by the way, no tears are allowed.
They push the moon around like
a boiled yam.
The Milky Way is their hen
with her many children.
When it is night [...]

Florence Sand Dunes, where I once dropped my camera

There are angels written in sand grooves, clouds, angels written in leaves.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Would you join me, or shout, “Bring on the angels, the bright waterfall of angels tour?”