A dedication to the woman among the monks.
In your last days, I felt the Goddess present with you.
At the end of your battle, I feel that you've won the war.
You are now with your 'sisters'
I think you are an elder in the eternal gardens of the Palace.
In your sombre monastery robe, you now watch from the peaceful place over your children
over the child I personally Love.
I will remember the days in the rich house.
I will remember the yellow room I slept in as a child.
I will remember your voice and your gestures
and I will remember to call upon you as an ancestor of power.