We Sit in the Land of the Dying...A Poem by An owl on the moon Reflections on the passing of my precious mother...
Ringing early morning a chilling sound piercing apart my dreams… Fading my mother sit with my dad in the land of the dying… Contemplating her deep love her strong support her living sacrifice for us… Waiting the paramedics hear them say nothing more can be done… Breathing feel so numb kneel at her side such peace on her face… Looking eyes to ceiling hoping she sees me senses my love one last time… Knowing in her last breath that she took her first in the land of the living…
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An owl on the moonAbout"There are only four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for.. and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: O.. more.. |
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