comfort you,
like when your mother caressed your cheek & brushed your hair with adoration,
and let it comfort me,
like when I have tended to my own mother.
Let me bathe your tired body with tears of joy,
as I see your soul shine through the tangle of dementia, through your eyes, and into my heart.
In this way,
we glow as we move forward together,
filled with the illumination of unconditional love-
we are Angels to each other,
lighting up the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
--Terra Rafael
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