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.