Death's Gentle Sigh
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Today, November 2nd, is my brother's birth date. Remembering my only, and very special, brother.
His body still warm,
our brother lay still,
his face set in perfect repose,
the echo of our voices
lifted in hymn, fading
like the rattle of death
in those closing days
before the last soft breath.
I wanted to watch his spirit rise,
reaching upward toward
the prize his faith had earned.
I had to be content
with a tender touch
and unspoken words of farewell,
bathed in tears of longing
to share his final journey.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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