Music in the Stories

I sensed the notes of my voice gently Float over her senses, like a fisherman's boat returning to shore, loved ones anxiously waiting Stories she knew, with moments she remembered The faintest smile curling the corners of Her slack jaw Glints of gratitude graced her expression As sponge-water was lovingly given her All we could do was admire such noble Grace in our family's matriarch, as she Approached her transition To Everlasting Life