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
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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