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Her Last Moments---3rd anniversary
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Her Last Moments---3rd anniversary |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Three years ago today, my mother died and began her new life of peace and surely joy. I wrote this last year. So now, if written today, it would begin, three years ago, today... Her Last Moments to commemorate my mother’s last hours Virginia Salter two years ago, today, we spent our last hours together she, most assuredly, only fully aware of her pain fading, breathing, laboriously, heart beating, as it ticked away her last moments, though I knew not how close they had come at her side, watching, giving water, pureed fruit trying with all of MY might to stay this execution praying, waiting, clinging to her life with useless, feeble fingers each time I’d move her, she would cry out in anger blaspheming my efforts, screaming disdain then moments of peace as I sang my love songs along with the messages on a tape of her choosing hearing those words as they flowed in and through me grasping their message and indwelling for her mid-afternoon arrived as her best friend joined us loving, caressing her life and its worth waiting and weeping in sorrow we watched as she neared her moment of birth into her new time, time eternal she went forth when the evening was barely, for us, underway eight-thirty-two, the time of her passing our good-byes so feeble they lay on her head could they have entered the realm of her going could she have known how sadly they were said © March 12, 2000 |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
How very poignant this was. How sad it can be when loved ones are called home and we wonder if our words were understood. Blessings to you, Kate Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T S Eliot |
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