Day 8

Let Me Tell You of My Life
* In memory of Wilma Mankiller, after hearing an old interview on NPR.

Let me tell you, when I died, it was beautiful.
I was warm and nothing hurt and my body was far away.
Let me tell you, my mind was troubled; whether to stay
or go into that unconditional love that was better than any love I'd ever felt.
Let me tell you, when I chose to stay, it was thoughts
of my children
that convinced me to hold on. The nurse pounding my chest,
I could not feel her strength keeping my heart from slowing.
Let me tell you, I can lead because I died that day and I have no fear.
I am not ruffled by the details you find so infuriating.
Let me tell you, I carry her with me everyday, the woman who died.
Let me tell you, my life is bigger, so much bigger, than me.