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February's Softly Departed
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February's Softly Departed |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He asked if it was over if the pain had ended that February morning. Had his mother died in peace did the pain sear through the families eyes too long or was she, peaceful softly departed onto the white linen bed Where she used to sleep just young enough to hold her mothers right hand with her feet wobbling onto the bus steps Her skin was so ragged eyelids barely open and the crease between her lips began to give way to the ending of the black shadows dream of moving past the stroke of midnight. Her eyes were once a mirror of the green forest behind her childhood home Now, faded, slightly weary worn, to a bridges lost wooden tiles So she began to breathe slower, and slower until she finally stopped Weep the halls the rooms somber tears the patios front doors blocked the suns rays in tribute as she lay there arms, side by side in her white blouse her skin beginning to turn to dust, pale lying motionless she relieved the bed of its duties We wept the houses corridors slightly ajar from one another wept until February came around, again. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Tomer, I am so sorry. I am sure she knows the beauty you wrote in this. Tears Owl |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Owl - Thankfully, this is just a fictional story. I hope that I won't actually have to live through such a thing. Thanks for the read. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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