The Gift

The Gift I should have closed her eyes those first fingers touching taking her to Heaven – mine I should have been allowed to scream to alert & alarm this earth that she had left Heaven and angels ready to welcome her in And as I watch the nurses finger her gentle lids closing the box of her this last time - my beautiful gift no longer to open she slips into a deeper sleep where boxes and lids and I don’t go knowing colors I am yet to see I breathe this still breathing life lost – within - this box of me – empty it’s wet outside - and in I already miss her sunshine - know her rain has dried wiping mine – wet & lonely I breathe this life as my rainbow appears vibrant & high They were ready Published: MCI