Death becomes us

A Grandaughter and her Granny…..

Katrina Wightman's avatarKatrinaWightman.com

A phone rings.
Come home.
Across the miles we all run.
At her bedside we gather.
The center of our family.
Bringing us together one last time.

Past differences forgotten.
Hanging on every breath.
Holding ours and each other.
A circle of love.

Promises.
The bonds bound by your love
are woven in our hearts
and will not break.

Permission.
Rest your weary body.
Well lived dear one.
One final breath.
Tears and hugs.
Sleep Sweet.
Our Blue Angel.

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