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Victoria Pensa: My father's poem for my mother

Globe and Mail Update

My mother died of ovarian cancer on Jan. 14, 2005. The following is a poem my father wrote about her that encapsulates her life.

She was such a remarkable woman and her journey was such an inspiring one. She continues to inspire us all even though she is no longer with us.

Two Little Breaths

Two little breaths softly, hushed

whispered murmured barely heard

a child's sighs

in the stilled silent room

her gathered gripped

tightly in love

her fiber in each dispersed

her imprint sealed

then two little breaths

those two little breaths

so barely heard in a

stilled silent room

then crashing wails

and thunderous grief

as two little breaths

ascend

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