It was getting late, very late,
And our family's wellspring was waning.
With all of the strength her frail body could muster,
She whispered, "I love you,"
Faintly,
For the last time.

More than seventy years of loving, caring, and giving
Could not be erased in her final,
Almost breathless
Effort to connect with the core of my inner being.
Our family's life blood was almost dry.

Like the spring which abundantly nourished and quenched the thirst
Of generations
And etched its existence into the memories of all of us
Forever,
'Til her last, evaporating drop,

My mother achieved her immortality while she lived.

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