Knocking lightly on the golden door
Her long dull tresses
Fanning out upon her pillow
As the angels sit quietly above her head.
Eyes shut tight as the morphine drips slowly through her veins
Her pale skin shines a sickly hue
Yet..
Through all the pain
She asks of her visitor
How are you?
She reaches out her frail bony hands
That once did the work of any man.
Never did she ask for anyone’s help or pity
She accepted her life and lived it fully
Day by day,
She loved like she lived
No remorseful mumblings or complaints passed her lips
Always so strong in her faith and family
She walked to a different drum than modern today
Healthy and strong
Til the day the doctors confirmed her destiny
Which led her across the country and
Back to her mama’s door
After so many years away.
She refused to accept it so easily.
Although it was so plain to see
How very sick she was
Yet she tried to hide her pain
And the knocking grew louder upon her golden door
As the months passed by
We watched her slowly wither and die
But even to the end
She could not join the angels
Without the peace of being set free
Her loving family
Gathered around her bedside
Broken whispers could be heard
As her husband finally said good bye
And let her soar to that place in the sky
Her eyes closed
Like an angel..
Her spirit floated heavenly.
