For Karen, Because She Always Has.
There is little comfort to give to the dying but it must be offered often
Some thoughts on my friend who is facing death
For Karen, Because She Always Has.
Bone weary
the sun pulls me up
to a mourn of
"Much to do about something."
The sheets lie rumpled
over a warm hollow
where my dreams were
left with hope realized
for a precious lady who was
always so caring
Yesterday still haunts me,
with memories of
a charity benefit
for a dear friend of mine
with ovarian cancer.
Hundreds of eager faces
trying hard not to cry,
as she hobbled up
to greet her sad surprise. The fall leaves watercolored,
a saline stained picture
of what she may
not see next year,
as her daughters
tear-dampened eyes
cemented their
embrace of love. Imagine her arrival at a party
that held the face of death,
just under the shadows of a pavilion
decorated with hope
amidst the beams of support. While underneath
her drape of clothing
an insidious disease
devours her precious days. I hope she remembers
the many warm hugs,
gift wrapped in flesh,
when death decides to drag her
into the chill of nevermore. I know she will cherish
each whispered endearment,
when she at last is faced
with giving up, giving in,
and finally giving out. We are all lessened,
lessoned when we lose
someone we cherish
to the dark side,
We learn that our own mortality
is but a mutation away.
when the days glean sharper
and more poignant for us all She may yet God willing
remember this day of hope
long into her eighties,
or whisper of it's beauty
with her last feeble breath.]
Godspeed, is my plea
for her recovery
if it is in his plan,
scripted for all lives created,
or simply a painless flight,
wrapped in the arms of his angels
as they lift her heavenward
to eternal bliss.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
