Good Night

She was lying there, just barely alive Medically, nothing more could be done for her So she was sent home to spend her remaining days Her husband and two teenage children were by her side Her siblings and friends had gathered to touch and to love As friends, my wife and I had also come to be with them As I sat silently, it was clear that she was approaching the end Only the sounds of her breathing could be heard by my natural ears But I began to hear what appeared to be words coming from within her This was all new to me, but these are the words I heard from deep within 88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 Bright lights of love racing through my brain Sweet drops of peace I see falling like rain With my family, in my home, I, for now, remain From the North and the South, you all came My siblings and friends, sharing in my pain You heard the dark steps of death and sang I feel the warm blood flowing in my veins After tonight, things will never be the same Your dear time and prayers are not in vain Thanks to all of you who have loved me so much You prayed for me, and you gave me one last touch To my husband, my son, and my daughter I want to say, I am sorry, I cannot stay Like gently dripping sand in the hourglass So will your deep agony of loss slowly pass In time, an end will come to your bitter pain Then, you will remember what we have gained And now, the time has come for me to go I see heaven's angels gathering at my door It’s not goodbye, but goodnight. I love you. Posted71415PSCtest(120920), Most Original Poetry Juliet Ligon. 2P. Note: Written in 2006, this poem was inspired by the death of a friend as she was in her final stage of a terminal illness. These words are meant to be the words I felt her speaking to her family as we sat with her during her final hours. This poem was given to the family.