The Last Hour
My mother was weak in her body and death was approaching near,
The sound of a midnight train came from her breathing I could surely hear.
I didn’t know exactly what was happening and the sound I could not bear,
The doctors assured me that no matter what they did for her, her life they could not spare.
As she lay in bed, I could fell the coldest creeping within,
Her feet were beginning to turn cold, blood in her veins thin, her legs were hard as normal and her knees she could not bend.
Her thighs pale, her hips and arms were all beginning to get stiff,
Her weight had settled, my Mother was too heavy to lift.
As I touch the covers that were thrown over her to keep her warm,
A thought came in my mind that her heart would also be harm.
I tried to stop the coolest from traveling its way,
But no matter how much cover the draped over her, Death was after its prey.
The sound of the Midnight Train was coming; I could hear it approaching near,
Then I realize a familiar sound, Death’s rattle, I could surely hear.
My heart was racing and full of fear as I stood in place,
But then the strangest thing happen, a smile came upon my mother’s face.
I knew right then that it was time to face reality, that she was on her way,
For God had sent his “Death’s Angel “for it was not for my mother to stay.
I understood that on this Earth her journey had come to an end,
My mother was ready to leave now knowing that I had peace within.
Now every time I hear a train, I remember my mother’s last hour,
And that God have life control and He have all the Power.
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