the hope to see the light to carry us home
a last feeling of a loved ones tear on thy face
a little reminder to a graceful pace
flowing into the unknown, a darkness forms
swirls of fearful emotions with memories close’
detached from the realism in attempt to hold
see the face of our lord, his hand doth’ wave
a glorious moment, no words to say, then
a sucking force from where you once lay
stirring mind, light blinds your eyes
feeling fresh tears from a loved ones cries
a nurse enters the room, she softly speaks
“Good morning dear, awake so soon?”
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