Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Free verse

Long Home

Last breath, 
eyes shut closed
Memories vanished
What was her last thought?
Only God knows
Her dry bones, I now suppose,
lay in a suspended prone repose
Waiting,
patiently waiting for the change
She was always on the go,
unprompted moving from here to there
She was a restless gypsy soul
What was her next move?
Only God knows
Her decaying body, I now surmise,
lay in stiff silence unable to rise
Waiting,
patiently waiting for the change
A change of scenery always suited her,
it made her feel metamorphic even
She was like a butterfly floating free,
traveled wherever her roving eyes could see
Where will her final journey be?
Only God knows
For now, she lay undisturbed
in a sunken, unflowered resting place
Unmoving in her undesired long home
Waiting for her change to finally come,
to finally arrive,
so her spirit can once again freely roam

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Alexis Y. October 22, 2016 at 11:07 AM Hi Freddie, You have penned a good poetic piece. It shows someone whose life journey is about to end. You took the reader on that journey as well. Good job. A without a doubt seven:-) Alexis Freddie Robinson Jr. October 22, 2016 at 2:46 PM Ty, Alexis for your kind and gracious words. And thanks for the rating, it's my first 7. Can't forget you, now can I. Much love to you.

Probir Gupta October 22, 2016 at 7:02 AM Very poetic reflections of life upon death ... Freddie Robinson Jr. October 22, 2016 at 2:47 PM Ty, Probir. I always love to be read by your discerning eye. I love your gracious comments even more. Ty, sir. Many blessings to you, friend.