These last sayings
these strong, bold and whimpering words
the stumbling around the mind for some song of youth to sing
in the face of sorrow, some mumbling of words to comfort
to encourage, to right a wrong
we mash these words into one moment
but in real time they were excruciating
slow labored heavy breath spoken
forgive them
you'll be with me
wherever paradise is
behold your son, your mother
take care of each other
a god-forsaken soul curdling sound: why?
where are you?
a dry-throated whisper
I thirst
a declaration
it's finished
a resignation resolute
I give up, I put my life
in your hands
tattered torn terrorized
body blood splattered
bruised beleaguered
we tell your story
the whole one
the anguished one
we tell your story
of love of betrayal
of want of need
of hope of following through
of keep the promise
to be you even in the
face of death
especially
in the face
of death
© Valerie Bridgeman
March 29, 2013
(posted on March 30)
we tell your story
the whole one
the anguished one
we tell your story
of love of betrayal
of want of need
of hope of following through
of keep the promise
to be you even in the
face of death
especially
in the face
of death
© Valerie Bridgeman
March 29, 2013
(posted on March 30)
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