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The Passing She was ready. And He wanted her, needed her to come home on wings of a lifetime of believing and heartfelt good deeds. He gave her the map, she followed it precisely. She was ready. But not I. I need her still, want her to come home with a smile that belies the joke, and not be gone anymore. He won't change His mind, send her back, can't. She was only on loan here, we all are. I search my soul, my motives for wishing things weren't what they are, seek the miracle that should be there. I miss her. He missed her too. It is His turn to walk with her, comfort her, care for her for eternity. And I will see her again in time, complete, a joyous reunion. Therein lies the miracle. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2003-10-07 23:20:15
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.46154
The passing of a loved one possibly a mother or aunt.
You made me stay with this poem from beginning to end.
What I like most was how final the physical aspect was
but the door was left open for the spirit. My only
suggestion is in the presentation and it is only this
readers opinion; if there were breaks within the lines
it would have given me time to pause. Thanks for sharing
your precious moments of life with us. Tom