Our Time Is Borrowed
Our time is borrowed
Desolate soul of barren thought,
Derailed of conscience clear,
Upon this peaceful evening
brought a sadness almost near.
The devastating news is crippling.
How can this even be? Her voice still echoes in my ears?
It brings with it a tear
Memories and moments spent of every day, of every year.
No!
No more can I watch her suffering,
Our memories, the moments spent,
Our time is borrowed, I relent.
Must I capitulate to your wielding power?
With devastating news, you tower.
Allow me time, I plead
The morphine numbs her pain,
My tears bleed like falling rain.
How will I deal with this hard blow
I see no more her shining glow
She is all I have, so dear to me, she is my mother.
She held on all night long
She knew I could not bear,
My Farewell to share
She waited while I showered
and peaceful she slipped away into the arms
or her loving son, my brother.
RIP Jenny
Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni | Year Posted 2017
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