The Touch Of Eden

A poem for my friend who is dying from brain cancer (aged 38).

No words left to say
Her voice is all gone
In her weakened days
Her health now undone.

It's Cancer again
That Stealer of dreams!
He is marking the end
No more life to redeem.

Her one single touch
In silent motions
Can speak so much
A depth of emotion.

She thanked with her eyes
Spoke with her touch
With her my heart dies
It was just too much.

Goodbye dear Eden
You will always remain
Forever my friend
Till will meet... once again.






(After the poem "Too Early Her Sunset" -this is a final tribute to Eden)

Cynthia BuhainBaello
July 10, 2012

Author's Note

Please review on the poem only. I take the prerogative to delete comments that are sarcastic, virulent, and simply rude.

Reviews

[Michael G.]

Lovely.
My father died the same way.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you for reading and leaving a comment on this poem for Eden. She is now in the ICU and on Oxygen, and may not last this week. She has three children ages 16, 14, and 8.

[Michael G.]

My thoughts and prayers have already gone out. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you so much Michael.