The Loanely Petal
The window drew the calmness of the breeze and steady rain.
The branch swayed ever so slightly and the petals one by one drifted away.
The focus I had was on the two roses that seemed to hold on so persistently with
will and power to stay.
As I lay in the bed with the illness that slowed the beat of my heart every hour I felt
like the petals grasping to hold on and not blow away with the wind.
Mom held my hand as I felt the wind blow stronger.
The last three petals were very red only two left now.
The cries of mother blend into the rain and one petal gets drenched in the
darkness of the storm.
The last petal is very still and reaches out for my cry.
I drift into the night of darkness as the wind blows my last breath away with the
lonely petal that no longer grasps the branch of life.
Copyright © Adrienne Klinghagen | Year Posted 2008
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