When you were in the hospital and on death’s doorstep,
there was music playing, as I held your hand
it was not the music of the next life
but the music of this life, of peace
and of not giving in.
I loved how you encouraged the doctors
spoke to the young man, cleaning
your room. Investing hours, treating people
with dignity, you brought light
to everyone that you met
more than a warrior
you were a queen
And you sang
softly to me
I was never so proud of you,
and your serenade is forever
etched in my mind.
Note: This is looking back. She is doing very well now.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”