Back to Mother’s Arms

— For Death, As Beautiful As Birth

by Yuan Jinhua and this blogger*

When I was born,

my mother welcomed me into this world.

When she left,

I gently sent her back

into her own mother’s arms.

A newborn cry

brought her a knowing smile.

She leaned down

and softly kissed my cheek.

I opened my eyes,

as morning sunlight warmed her face—

and I lay quietly

in my mother’s arms.

A silent smile

called forth my quiet tears.

I kissed her gently,

as she slowly closed her eyes.

The sunset flushed her face—

she turned

toward her mother’s arms.

I held her cooling hand

and walked her out of my time.

“Goodbye, Mama...”

At the doorway beyond,

her mother stood with open arms,

a gentle smile upon her face:

“My child, welcome—

back to your mother’s arms.”

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Written by this blogger

Inspired by series of YouTube videos “Love and Nature”: https://www.youtube.com/@jinhuaYuan-c4t

And weichat channel: 爱与自然探索