Tuesday, April 22, 2014

SOL - When It's My Turn



When it’s my turn,
sit beside me in candlelight
in a quiet rocking chair.

Hold my hand
whether it be cold or sweaty or shaky.
Squeeze it once in a while
(even if you are a stranger)
just so I can be sure I’m not alone.

                                                        Welcome fresh flowers, warm bread, baked apple pie;
                                      expel the stale air.

Let there be peace in flowing water, wind chimes, singing bowls
and occasional whispers of reassurance.

Sprinkle glitter fairy dust over my blankets
and wish me a safe flight.


photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldcross/2164848567/">Denise Cross Photography</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/">cc</a>

4 comments:

  1. Sprinkle glitter fairy dust over my blankets
    and wish me a safe flight.---

    oh tears!! Lovely poem with a simply sweet ending

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  2. Susan, this is beautiful. I hope you share this with the family.

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  3. So lovely - especially these lines:
    Let there be peace in flowing water, wind chimes, singing bowls
    and occasional whispers of reassurance.

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  4. What a beautiful poem - it so expresses those last moments. I needed to read them - we had close to that this past weekend with my father-in-law. Thank you for those words.

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