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Anna What did she do, was all I could say. Then laid down beside her, as God carried her away. Warm, yet odd, still there but not. Death had come stilling her heart. My right hand cradled her shoulder. No one said I couldn't hold her. Hold her, and hold her and cry on her bed. I couldn't believe my mother was dead. My head began to feel light. The ride home was not in sight. A heaviness I’ve never known, Held me captive to the bone. Then the top of my head went numb, Yet I walked, then talked hearing much of none. There she lay, dressed and on display, I watched as the crowd washed in. My heart on the ground, I dared not to make a sound. My head was numb again. Doing my best I knelt alone, brushed your hair with my hand kissed your cheek, it felt cold. My heart picked up pace for our final embrace I shook as the tears began to flow. Numbness gone I'm moving on, Without you within reach. One day, my final day will come, I'll pray for you to see In hopes that God lets you be the one To carry me off to eternity. |
Additional Notes:
In memory of my mother, Anna.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joan M Whiteman On Date: 2007-06-05 09:20:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Most difficult endeavor, these eulogaic poems but you handle it quite well. You show very
clearly your aching loss, the pain and all of the love in your heart.
A touching write.
Thank you for sharing
Joan