She’s ninety-two
and feeling blue—
not quite as “all this
and Heaven, too?”
as one might feel
gazing at fields
in harvest time
or sitting down to a meal
in the Hearth Room,
but in a sterile room,
her body now
a waking tomb
of aches and pains
as its strength wanes,
family and friends,
beeping machines
and medicine
and evening hymns;
the focus now
is Heaven.
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Friday, October 14, 2016 at 12:47 pm
Very moving, Aaron, thanks.