Writing and running, the food of life

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