He remembers holding his mother’s hand
On the night when the earth stopped turning
As he heard the last words his mother whispered
Felt her last breath on his skin
Watched her eyelids close one last time
Over eyes that would never see the
Beauty of life again nor feel pain
And her life became a memory in an instant
That would never fade as colours fade in the sun
Her grip never dimmed even though like the
Leaves on the autumn trees life began to
Fall and fade, clinging on to catch one
Last glimpse of sunlight, one last gasp of air
One last drop of morning dew
Before the leaf must succumb to the
Turning of the earth and drift down slowly
In a final spiral of life before
Returning to where it was born
And the dark of night is
Replaced by the brilliance of day
And his mother still holds his hand
As he feels life evaporating like the
Luminosity of a star meeting its fate
Yet even as hands grow weak and weary
Fall away, drift apart, he feels one final
Pulse of a heartbeat, one last bead of dew
One closing gulp of life on his forehead
And all that remains is the body of a
Woman he loved when she walked this
Earth and memories that will never fade
Away despite the passage of time and the
Turning of the earth
…enjoyed that piece , that man 🙂
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Thank you Seamus for the kind comment. Sorry it’s taken so long to reply. I’ve got a lot on at the moment.
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