(601) Passing Through Poem by Melvina Germain

At the end of the tunnel lies the brightest of lights.
I hear the voices calling my name.
Come—it’s time— it’s time for you.
Come -my darling-you paid your dues.
Listen-do you hear the soft melody?
Look-over there, I see, ooh it’s so beautiful, so beautiful.
I’m ok, don’t cry, I’m ok.
The pain is gone, I’m floating,
their arms are extended toward me.
They’re welcoming me home my daughter.
Oh, I’m going home, where I should be,
please don’t cry anymore.
Can’t you see, I’m happy, my sweet, sweet baby I’m free.
I’m going to live a life painless and free,
you must not cry for me.
Take care of yourself, live your life with love.
Enjoy each day as if it’s your last.
Never worry my baby never worry about the past.
Now, hold my hand and let me pass through with the
sound of your sweet voice singing my favourite song.
Sing my baby, sing for me, keep singing, yes, yes si-

Written: June 27/2007