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Steven Warren 15th January 2014

On this day three years ago my mother died in the early hours of the morning. When I finally slept and I had a dream and on waking I wrote this letter to my mother which I would like to share with you on the third anniversary of her death. To you my Mother,

For what is it to die than to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun.

And what is it to cease breathing than to free your breath from its restless tides so you may now rise and expand and seek a new future unencumbered.

And now the earth has claimed your body, why now my dear Mother you shall truly dance.

I miss you, I love you. I thank you for this the gift of my life which you bestowed upon me.

And now you would not want us to look for you in memory alone where we will grow old and lonely without you.

No, you would want us to find you in the present.

When beauty brightens and w hen Kindness and beauty flow.

And now to me. For me all the smiles on your face in this the life we shared together lay like flowers on an altar and that altar is my heart.

London, January 15th 2014

Your Son Steven Paul

I shall be putting an audio recording of this in place soon. Please email me if you would like a copy.











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