Books We Have Read More Than Once .. Comfort Books
This book came about after editing the journal I kept during the last five years of my Mother's life.
I return to read, to feel, to see
'tis but a dance with memory
For in my words her spirit thrives
a love that time itself survives
In pages bound my heart's refrain
a tale of years, of joy and pain
We journeyed long through shadowed halls
where memories dim, where silence calls
The print may fade, the pages wear
in my heart, forever there
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I held her in my arms
solo witness as life ebbed
shallow breaths
tiny sips of air
in a deep sleep now
the time has come
I spoke softly
trust she heard
found comfort in the
sound of my voice
a tear escaped her eye
instinctively I touched it
lifted it to my face
blending our tears ~ and
it ended