Dedicated to everyone that has lost loved one to terminal Illness
Her wisdom is held upon the frail edge of death,
Peering from behind glazed pain.
A dozen broken promises
Turned into blessings.
A handful of miracles
Tossed upon the wind.
Reflection has no place here,
Bringing no resolution.
Accepting things gone by
Brings comfort to her ailing heart.
A smile laces lips of agony,
Her soul reaching for relief
I let her know,
Among all things, she has found
Relief from regret,
Relinquishing a weighted heart,
Forgiving circumstance for providing
Emptiness in a life that offered
I caress the hands that
Have fallen still,
Anointing them with tears,
Quivering lips speak silent words
Only she can hear.