The Final Moments
Sometimes the memories
Of the day you left this earth
haunt me in my slumber,
That’s always where they lurk.
With a broken heart, I remember
Every moment, to your last.
I tired my best to hold on close,
Every minute, until you passed.
Mom asked us, how involved,
Each of us wanted to be.
I said right by grandma’s side,
Until the end, is where I’ll be.
I watched your chest rise and fall,
Each, with a shorter stretch of time.
I looked up with great concern.
Our faces seemed to mime.
Please forgive me for my tears,
As I struggled to be strong.
But in the moments of your last breath,
Everything just felt so wrong.
We all stood in silence,
As with grace, you slipped away.
I mustered up composure,
As I tried to figure out what to say.
My mom, she did not shed a tear,
As she knew you were no longer in pain.
My uncles sent out messages
Telling friends of the angel God would gain.
I stayed close to grandma,
Staring out the window, into the night.
That’s when I saw a figure,
Fly past me-- A flash of light.
Grandpa came to get her.
For that I know for sure.
Grandma waited 11 years to rejoin him,
Grandpa’s love was the only cure.
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