The Visit

Auditioned sleepless nights, varied embattled cries A myriad of tears, from her baby boy’s eyes A kind and caring soul, a gracious golden heart As I watched my mother die, my world was torn apart Another storm to weather, strong winds and pounding rain A tortuous raging cancer, extensive heartache and pain Mortality’s final eve, the end almost in sight Then came a tailored visit, on this cold and dreary night An evacuation of pain, a sanguine smile left to see A man now stood in the corner, directly in front of me This vision was just for her, I was unable to even look She said that he was more beautiful than depicted in any book With the passing of this moment, her anguish returned once more Gone was the smile I had seen and my heart fell back to the floor Like a ship out on the ocean, depleted of all its power I sullenly drifting within, my mother’s final hour Dramatically with no warning, she sat up and smiled again From the edge of her bed, he said we’re going home my friend The words my mother spoke, healed my heart down to its core He simply took her hand, then the cancer was no more 11/20/2021 “V” New or Old Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France