The Leave-Taking

Who reposes

peacefully

on this bed –

her ancient 

wrinkled face

sealed by the

Great Presence,

receiving

the last kiss

of sunlight’s

golden glow?

 

Who owns those

care-worn hands 

gnarled, precious,

lovingly

clasped to her

family’s

tear-stained cheeks –

then gently,

tenderly

tucked beneath

the rainbow

counterpane?

 

I know her –

I know them –

do I not?

 

Who is this

Brilliant

Guardian

with piercing

gaze veiled to

all present

in this room,

except me?

 

My Angel.

Protector.

Solemn.

Shining.

Silent.

 

Shadows flee.

It is time.

 

He takes my hand.

His wings unfurl.

I am ready

to soar.

I am ready

to cross

Jordan.

 

For Irene. With Love. Always.

There are no goodbyes. We shall meet again.

Please consider making a donation to hospice.

Their annual costs are funded 50% by the government.

The other 50% comes from us, the community. 

It’s a true calling to become a hospice nurse or volunteer and to do what they do, with such love and selflessness. Thank you, and bless you all!

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