Age of Grace

She lives in a theater, she lives by the sea.

She lives in my soul, she lives within me.

I see her face, pieces in mine.

How I learn, her voice, still kind. 

We age together, though she is not here. 

She teaches the importance of releasing my fear. 

I see her differently the older I grow. 

Her death is a comfort, as I, too, will pass, I know. 

Parents and children, a curious bunch.

Let them be, for in time, there is much.

Relationships are complex, there is no other. 

Give, forgive, embrace the love and grace.

Gently and sweetly, I kiss my mother. 

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Connie at the Stage Door  Segerstrom Center for the Arts  1/7/2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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