Last Breath
Cold winds stir about thy head,
skies free birds glide triumphantly.
Still I lay upon thy bed,
birthed in peace abundantly.
Whispers faintly fill this space,
as the wailing winds soothe thy body fading.
Thus, life’s blood drains from my face,
and earths breath slowly evaporating.
He spoke, His voice, crisp and bold,
my daughter, you are spirits eternal bliss.
Fear not, daughter, here you’ll ne’re grow old.
I have chosen you for my Angel’s list.
From dust to dust the good book said,
and yes thy flesh is dead and cold.
Upon the earth laying on that bed,
I wore wrinkles, lines and bones so old.
Reborn to paradise, eternal favour,
I stand with angels by my side.
Words of peace, I shall always savour,
In life eternal, I will abide.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Sept.3/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Last Breath by Melvina Germain.) **Grateful for your miracle.