Resting and not hurting.
Not scared and not sad.
Her body done betraying,
Done wearing away.
All hope dashed for
Mom, Dad, brother, husband,
loved ones.
But she's at peace.
She wanted to go on,
but not to be.
She gently slept away.
We would all wish her back
But not at the price she would pay.
We'd want her to laugh and run and sing and be full of the joy of being.
So we'll take small comfort
In her easy passing, her pain and suffering
softly exhaled.
The hole in our hearts not of her choosing.
Always careful to put at ease,
to make welcome.
To express her love at the leaving.
We celebrated her two weeks ago.
She invited us in, to her open arms.
Frail hugs & murmurs of love.
She gave us all that moment, that memory to cherish.
I thought it was about her;
But it was about us.
Giving & leaving us a small measure of comfort.
Sharing what she could.
What she had left.
Her beautiful soul.
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