Music in the Stories
I sensed the notes of my voice gently
Float over her senses, like a fisherman's boat returning to shore, loved ones anxiously waiting
Stories she knew, with moments she remembered
The faintest smile curling the corners of
Her slack jaw
Glints of gratitude graced her expression
As sponge-water was lovingly given her
All we could do was admire such noble
Grace in our family's matriarch, as she
Approached her transition
To
Everlasting
Life
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2024
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