I sit in silence now,
Watching as you rest
As peaceful as a rainbow,
and as beautiful as a butterfly.
You wake, I stand
Gently you hold my hand and smile
Softly, you whisper the words I need to hear
Then as soft as a whispering river,
and as warm as the summer sun,
The Last Breath escapes your lips,
And I cry.
June 12,1996
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Without resort to direct or explicit statements, an authentic evocation of one of life's sad moments. Beautifully done, Tim.