As the heart slows,
and breathing
becomes shallow
life hangs by a thread…
with angels hovering
overhead
Sons and daughters
are tethered
to the gentleness
of their mother...
helplessly teetering
on the précipice
To all the days
that have proceeded
a last refrain deafens
A masterful plan
extends its hand
lifting her soul to heaven
8/26/2010
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