my mom was cut
low by
mantel cell lymphoma
blastoid variant
on five november
at 1015 am
she was already
gone by the
time i got to
the hospital
i got to her room
& she was alone
peaceful
still warm
her mouth open
eyes closed
the sun was shining
through the window
i kissed her forehead
slid my fingers through
her hair
held her hand
sat in the chair
next to her bed
sat quietly
prayed
pulled the sheet over
her chin
raged a little against
death
but then remembered
st paul:
where is your sting
oh death?
my mind turned to the
spiritual
a feeling of peace &
comfort filled me
she was out of pain
& no more fear
death: a blessing
the curse of sin
defeated
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4 comments:
{{{hugs}}}
thats so amazing...you are really good.
(Hugs) Sorry for your loss. I, too, lost recently. My foster Dad that I lived with for 8 years died on Jan 2 this year. I miss him deeply as I'm sure you miss your beloved Mom. My prayers are with you.
Thats a beautiful piece. Sad and personal, but beautiful.
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