inspired by Cyndi, a write of a dear friend who passed away
(I still have to learn how to rhyme.)
She was tired, very tired
complained about heart and eyes
yet, she was talkative, despite.
The meals were dreary she explained
long ago, she wined and dined.
Suddenly, some thought lit up her furrowed face
she promised herself that upon her return to home
no more diet, no more pills
would eat both lobster, caviar and grilse
and down it with champagne in a crystal glas.
Grateful for our visit, holding our hands
she wanted to see us soon again
was this her last happy glance?
Barely one week later
she had begun her journey
where we could no longer follow
no passport or ticket was needed
to the destination we know so little about.
There, at the crossroad
towards the final resting place
all had already gone too far.
Would our words still reach her
through this empty space?
Was she aware of our nearness
we so sincerely tried to convey?
did she feel secure and in peace?
We held hands with her like friends
on her last hour, on her journey
from day into night where all ends.
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Written on 2009-01-20 at 13:54
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(I still have to learn how to rhyme.)
The Hospital Visit
She was tired, very tired
complained about heart and eyes
yet, she was talkative, despite.
The meals were dreary she explained
long ago, she wined and dined.
Suddenly, some thought lit up her furrowed face
she promised herself that upon her return to home
no more diet, no more pills
would eat both lobster, caviar and grilse
and down it with champagne in a crystal glas.
Grateful for our visit, holding our hands
she wanted to see us soon again
was this her last happy glance?
Barely one week later
she had begun her journey
where we could no longer follow
no passport or ticket was needed
to the destination we know so little about.
There, at the crossroad
towards the final resting place
all had already gone too far.
Would our words still reach her
through this empty space?
Was she aware of our nearness
we so sincerely tried to convey?
did she feel secure and in peace?
We held hands with her like friends
on her last hour, on her journey
from day into night where all ends.
Words by Northlight
Read 883 times
Written on 2009-01-20 at 13:54
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