Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Time to go....

Time to go….

He lay against white linen
Crisp as he was limp
Hair combed through
With citrus cologne
Wafting in that hot
August wait for
the tardy Reaper –
they waited as well-
each family member
from toddler in arms to
his swollen-eyed mother
He lay against white linen
Crisp as his face was soft
in waiting eager repose
Reaching for something
beyond their wet clouds
 of mortal sight – He waited
perfectly positioned -head
reclined against a mound
of crisp white pillows
Breathing deeply
Ready to


1 comment:

  1. It brought me sadly back to my own husband's passing. He went peacefully too. Beautiful. The image of crisp white linen repeated.❤️