My mother-in-law’s birthday would have been March 15. We lost her a year ago last February.

English: Photo of American poet Walt Whitman h...

Photo of American poet Walt Whitman holding a (fake) butterfly. From Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Published by M. Kennerley, 1897. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We found butterfly pins all over her house after she was gone.


As At Thy Portals Also Death


As at thy portals also death,

Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,

To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,

To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,

(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,

I sit by the form in the coffin,

I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the

closed eyes in the coffin;)

To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love,
to me the best,

I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs,
And set a tombstone here.



Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)


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