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A Moment In Time

I stand in the doors of the funeral room and I am afraid,
             afraid-  of how I am going to get through this long day;
I knew the end was coming but nothing prepared me mother,
      no one is ever ready for a beloved's last gasp of breath.

Inside the room I gulp my sorrow and stand still and frozen,
             the room glows with hues of many rose pink flowers;
in peace you lay- all the ravages of illness have been erased,
       beside your coffin I find myself looking and weeping.

I know this moment will be with me for all of my life,
            just you and me alone with the scent of roses and quiet;
I am filled with emotions and my body feels like a heavy stone,
      my heart is completely and totally shattered, forever broken.

There is nothing I could have done to keep you in this world,
          I feel hallow inside and I hurt everywhere and I am lost;
but you taught me to be strong and to have courage,
     so, I whisper love you- and turn to greet the first visitor.

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October 30, 2015


Poetry/Verse/A Moment in Time
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1219-153-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France 


Submitted to the Standard contest, Completely Your Choice (46)
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/20/2021

Eighth Place
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kendrick Avatar
January 24, 2021 at 1:35 PM
Emotive and expressive winning work you have penned. Way to go for this contest. Congrats. Sara
La France Avatar
January 24, 2021 at 2:22 PM
Sara, thanks for the visit, comment and congrats _Constance
Watt Avatar
February 15, 2020 at 1:37 AM
Constance, a poet's pain converted to words become the reader's pain reliever. Thank you so much for sharing these moments of sadness - those who haven't been through this are now better prepared, and those who have been through this (myself included) feel less alone in the world. Our suffering is shared, expressed, diffused, and thus reduced. Bless you for this. Hugs ~ John
La France Avatar
February 15, 2020 at 9:06 PM
John, thanks for the great comment, odd this moment in time, repeats itself in my mind over and over and the beautiful moments get pushed away, but I am working on changing that _Constance
Chiri Avatar
January 26, 2020 at 4:52 AM
Dear heart congrats on your top win!;)
La France Avatar
January 26, 2020 at 4:00 PM
Brenda, thanks for the congrats _Constance
Leffanta Avatar
January 24, 2020 at 12:44 PM
Well composed and expressed. Condolences! Aloha! Rico
La France Avatar
January 24, 2020 at 3:14 PM
Rico, thank you for the compliment and condolences _Constance
Allison Avatar
January 24, 2020 at 12:24 PM
A poem written from the heart, thanks for sharing this moment with us. I saw my father in the hospice after he died and shed no tears, and 4 yrs on my mother and I are yet to grieve, good luck in the contest:-) Hugs Jan xx
La France Avatar
January 24, 2020 at 3:17 PM
Jan thanks for the compliment on my poem, you are like my sister she was never been able to cry about my mom's or dad's death, but I am an emotional person... she said to me at mom's funeral in the church, "you are not going to cry are you" . I answered, "yes, of course, I will cry she was my mother " _ Constance
Goldsmith Avatar
January 24, 2020 at 10:59 AM
One is frozen in time. I have done this many times. I just did it with my brother. It never gets easier. Will written. Have a wonderful weekend..........
La France Avatar
January 24, 2020 at 3:18 PM
Paula, thanks for visiting and for the compliment, no, it never gets easy... have a great weekend too _Constance
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