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She then took me over to the headstone engraved
“He Taonga Kahurangi”.

I dropped to my knees and began rubbing the stone
trying somehow to feel him. Upon touching the stone,

I was swept into another time.
I was once again experiencing that vision

but it was different . . . .

There was thick mist rising up the side of
the mountain behind a large group
of Maori and other mourners.

An Elder was singing a farewell prayer.
The immediate family was huddled

closely together and solemn.

Then I saw Miss Grace take the tokotoko stick
from atop the casket before going
to stand at the back of the group.

The casket was lowered and a young
white woman’s hand threw a rose
into the newly dug grave.

As she turned, I gasped: it was my Mom!

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