Whispered Cadence

Whispered Cadence by Odin Roark Dampness invades graying hair held tenderly in my right hand hoping the touch of my left upon her face might vanquish the invading cold release the still clinging question Rising to caress my finger tips her last breaths evoke memories so warm yet so icy in their message Patience moves my palm upon her forehead awaiting conveyance who am I from where why a life lived so many years without answers Eyes close on this once young mother delivering death at birth's first born suffering loss of voice loss of sound shock pleading to heal months of remorse until Healing rose from an abandonment adoption of a week old child embraced by a suffering but tender surrogate by year's end a motherless child her's to raise her's to love Guilt takes no prisoners she exclaimed so many years later it is not enough to do the right thing giving merely suspends reality all the way to one's last breath Now Gazing at a still body I imagine that first day when her caring eyes may have delved beyond my vision conveying kaleidoscopic blur memories without form delayed transcendence for this moment How precious this wilted body before me this woman who became my light in the dark whose clothes I will now fold arrange and... Bedside light dims two mothers one son spirits together again in darkness identities at peace unseen smiles shared side by side hearts moving together in whispered cadence