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Created on: September 14, 2008
Sun light gently kissing her cheeks
as the past holds true and future is bleak,
day to day agony is life she will clench to
with tiered fingers.
Memory swirls in it's vast hypnotizing form,
her children laughing, when their hearts were torn,
she kissed them when they cried, lectured them when
they lied.
Who will be there, when they need help,
who will be there when they need to be held,
who will pick them up when they world offers them nothing else.
She gasps for breath, weakly she reaches for the treatments,
'just breathing is how I am living' she thinks, with such bereavement.
Wanting so badly to let go, fighting so hard to see her children once more,
her hands are shaking, she needs to walk to the bathroom, but can't reach the door.
5 steps is more than she can bear, she falls and paralyzed just lays there.
Her children find her and rush her to the hospital, scared and prepared they wait,
the sun beams in the windows warming their skin, but hearts are cold awaiting their mothers fate.
The doctor finally coming to tell them they are putting on the machines you know she hates,
in her final words she told them 3 days was good for GOD, 3 days is all I wish you to wait.
I sew my best friend lying in the hospital bed, no glimmer in her eyes, no brightness beaming from her face. This isn't her, she doesn't laugh anymore, she doesn't debate us on issues of the present, she doesn't have passion for art. She suffers!
With all the ache in my heart, I feel it is bleeding profusely, I lean over gently kissing her cheek, as she had mine so many times. I brush her hair from her tired face and say 'you love the LORD embrace, you have stared in deaths face for far too long.' 'Let go Mommy, we'll be okay.'
A tear falls from her pail eyes, rolls down her white skin, love is in her heart again. She nods her head. I said goodbye to my best friend.
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