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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Nov 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.05.13.50.17247]] |
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Eyes, indication; our eulogies were premature, will an everspirit, though flesh weak, Shakiness of her outstreched hand a signal, for she'd grown too frail even to speak. A hush of silent reverie overtook gathered, and each one kneeled in solemn prayer, With what was left of her waning strength, she managed a smile for everyone there. Such was her dignity upon a deathbed vigil; remained a caretaker of nonpareil style, Ensuring a safe satisfaction for they who sleptwalked through lives of numbed denial. Come my turn to pay last respects, her wearied eyes met mine, sharing many tears, Realizing that this face that still glowed in hope for eternity bypassed our petty fears. All of a sudden, her fingers wrapped around my wrist, and what I saw faded to black, Holylight passageway doors opened as I advanced on; just as fast I was driven back. Clasped my head in agony, blinking in realization, became fast aware; she was dead, Looking around me, mourners embraced one other as our collective farewell was said. None save for I recalled the momentary translation; all said she passed away at peace, At her gravesite in the resting place of her family I visit, for the memories never cease. Each time I drop to one knee respectfully, asking a same question over and over again, In the stillness of a boneyard auditorium I sometimes hear her whisper it above the din. Though I am unsure, I believe her reply is so: "I only wanted you to see where I reside, You come here expecting answers which I've already given you, or at very least I tried." |