05-06-08 Poem by Frank Witte

Days earlier you had looked into my eyes,
in that brief moment on that sunny day in april.
In those silent seconds quiet, peaceful and still
you spoke of your fate without doubt or bias.
Time was running out, you knew, left to be lived.

In that night, when to morning it did shift
your eyes broke as you fell into your love's arms.
No paramedic or electric surge could bring you back.
This sudden death, which your heart had forewarned,
vacated your place in life, turning splendour to lack.

When I sat by your side on the rim of your bed,
pain and agony had already left without trace,
and this eternal sleep had settled on your face.
Destroyed were the very cells that on your life had fed.
Yes nothing was mild about the pain they left behind,
A mother lost her child, I lost a kin, one of a kind.

With in my ears the echo of your frail voice;
So passed a summer and a fall,
a lonely winter and a new spring.
And every day I sensed your call,
as death hasn't changed a thing,
my heart whispers you above all daily noise