Prompt: A line from a poem

her mother's face

She stayed awhile with her mother's face…
a face now at rest
slack, mouth slightly opened. Eyes closed. She felt the  top of her mother's head...
the heat of her spirit passing through    
the crown chakra and into the ethers

She stayed awhile with her mother's face…
watching the transformation
of cells and tissues
into a lifeless face, lined and still

She stayed awhile with her mother's face
as it began looking not like her mother's face
there was becoming a stranger before her
Her mother was leaving. Had left.
This face could be the face of an angel
come to take her mother's place.

She stayed awhile with her mother's face
studying a certain line that wove it's way down the side of her cheek and mouth
She heard her mother's jubilant laughter
She saw her mother's diamond sparkling eyes.

She stayed awhile with her mother's face
She felt the arms of her mother about her
And heard the hint of a whisper