Cancer
The light no longer sparkles in her once brilliant eyes
Listening carefully to hear her softly muttered cries
She hovers alone behind her closed bedroom door
Not yet ready to face what life still has in store
Once vibrant enthusiasm filled her body and sole
Listless, drained so frail her cancer taking its toll
Dread disease evil tenticles devouring all in its path
Lying still avoiding movement to chase away it's painful wrath
Never complaining only praying for those she will leave
Knowing for them it will take some time for them to grieve
Women who's treasured spirit will linger long after she is gone
Service rendered to strangers and friends her entire life long
Closing tormented eyes she slips from this mortal existence
Arms held forth to engulf her sweet heavenly countenance
Joy there must be as she meets those who’ve gone before
As she walks gracefully through heavens door
Note: 48 years and she still holds that special place in my heart. She blessed every life she
touched.
The little farming town filled the church to overflowing when she left us. You would have thought
she was a celebrity.
Copyright © Patricia Contreras | Year Posted 2006
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