Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Dying Days


Fragile and aged
She lies past her days
Wrinkles on her skin from the sun
She labors
Bodies gather around
Love ones she neighbors
No speech…
Through eyes she speaks
With each contact momentous
Strenuous
She reaches
For a hand to bridge the distance
Saving the memories
Before she relinquish



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