Ernandes Fialo Poet Epitaph

Marina of 270 Days

MARINA OF 270 DAYS
So happy, young and beautiful she was
In her simple pale yellow wedding gown
There before the altar she stood 
Angelic and pure as the morning dew
In her shyness, obeisance and  humility
Serenity sensing a tempest anchored 
Here in the vast ocean of dreams 
Life in its infinite wisdom and betrayal
Chooses paths to us mortals unknown
Life within the sacred womb 
Waits for sublime light to shine
A call went out for a mid-wife to rise
Nature, mother of all living things
Indifferent to circumstances shed her tears 
Bathing blissful valleys, mountain and hills 
She must wait for the torrents to slow
For the crossing had wings of death waiting
But the flow predictably would cross allow
On the opposite shore hope and fear reside
Between pain, cry and fading hopes
The river of blood was slowly running dry
A last breath; of a mother and a child .

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Donna Jones December 7, 2014 at 5:41 PM This is a very touching write, I truly pray its not a personal experience..God bless Ernandes Fialo December 7, 2014 at 6:08 PM Donna. Marina was real person that I new. She die given birth. I was 12 years and was chosen to be the child godfather. I was in boarding school when I received the sad news from my mother. This happened in rather remote part of Brazil. Thank you for your comments. Ernie