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