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The last of my final hour I look around the room and spot my children  
He is arguing argumentatively with his sister and flailing his hands in the air 
Everyone is going on about my death as if it was something happening to them
  
Love has been their sustenance in their life, yet they fight like cat and dog  
All of life continues"  I say to myself in a whisper that only God hears    
Some people live their lives as if  they own the right, never giving thanks 
Truth be told, I am tired and ready to go into the arms of my loving Father. 

Thirsty for a cup of water earth cannot provide I turn into water
Hurry Father take me home. Don't make me wait any longer"   
I try and catch their eye but all I see is energy matter swirling, red as fire. 
Rising out of my mouth a silver string fine hair traveling up towards the ceiling  
Thunder claps in my ears, my heart flatlines. I'm floating up above my body 
You were never there for her," he sputters accusingly with red angry eyes. 

Noone ever loved them better then I, like two scared little souls 
Inching away from the world they bicker as if I wasn't there.   
Nab me a star,  sit me on top of it, send me to heaven, set my heart aglow  
Everything in the room turns bright light and an Angel stands beside me

Minutes, seconds, milliseconds, I pirouettes and the body turns cold  
Icons of my two children, reflections of our happy lives together arrive   
Nurturing moments soft as God's caress, I wish I could remember  more. 
Uncut versions of them playing in the yard, Monarch butterflies in jars.  
Trust the other I whisper under my breath as they towards my bed   
Each one looks at me as if I were a ghost from another time. Then suddenly,    
Something soft and feathery lands at their feet, " A feather, from thin air" 

Oracle moments on the heart, all obscure go away I recall the life we shared      
Frost accumulates on the window, and a very strong wind begins to blow

My life, my children, me, all vanishes the moon and the stars, its morning
Yielding harps of Angels in the heavens, I am summoned so I go. 
 
Love is the key to the Kingdom of heaven, they both know that.      
l know this to be true, like that first glance of a newborn child    
Faith will take them on a spiritual journey, I say to God as I watch them both  
Eager to go to the light I embrace them gently, then I let go.
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