For my mama – who left for her home in the Heavens seventeen years ago. Right above the Dogstar Sirius she shines now, watching over her children, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren – and everybody she loved – and they are many, yes
You tried to conquer death,
Immortality just beyond the grasp
of your unclenched fist.
Your totem was the wolf.
You wrote about howling at the Moon.
Wolf-like – you were always loyal to us pups,
cared for us with fierce devotion.
Wolf-like, you danced beneath
the silvery crescent of the Moon.
One night, swimming foolishly
the Pacific Ocean Herself was
none too mighty for you
to choose as a dance partner.
You swam out into Her turbulent depths,
riptides pulling you ever further from Her shores.
Sensing your distress, I lost my breath
as you were swallowed by Her watery mouth –
for we were always psychic twins, Mama dear.
Sensing surrender, the Ocean gave you back to us for a while.
Back to the warm safety of Her shores.
Back to dancing moonlit nights.
Back to drunken unharnessed power nights.
Back to being the only Mama we ever knew,
your brush with death only one of many,
scarcely heeded, soon forgotten.
The Moon your only witness,
sometimes your only friend it seemed.
Many nights you howled at Her.
Transformed into your Wolf self
you worshipped Her in all Her
The Moon gave you Her Light,
Her beautiful Heart song,
and her reassurance that
She would always be
The Moon knew who
you really were.
A wise, yet foolish wolf-woman
freshly fallen from the stars.
You always said you
came back too soon –
and you never did grow old.
The stars called you back to them
when there was no place left
for you to hide on this bright blue
and painful planet.
Now you are one of the stars, Mama,
and you shine above the Dog-Star Sirius.
Ruth’s Light Shines Forever –
in the night sky and in our hearts.