Positive Death
And positive death is striking vivaciously
her weakened,shrunk and paralyzed body;
the tiny breath of miraculous life
still persists agains its given time!
Gradma,at ninety-one,you draw the sincere
love of all who surrounded you with obedience;
your ever-beautiful face,although now is pale and bony,
renounces weakness and fear...
refusing to withhold the weakest smile from us,
but still keeps on opening those expressive,blue eyes...
Grandma,you earned the highly
and unique respect of your descendents!
The durable strength and victorious courage
you have shown in crucial times...will influence
whoever is witnessing your atrocious suffering;
and still love keeps on glittering in those
sorrowful eyes that are remembering
the lenght of years you guided them with knowledge!
And positive death is tormenting your feeble body...
and we silently stand by your bed-side,not
murmuring against death,which is the reality of us all,
but we only whisper words and shed tears continously...
while our trembling hands caress tenderly
your long and white hair strealked with light gold!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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