The Passing
A voice so softly whispered
Come to me child, come
Hearing but not wanting
I sat on the edge of her bed
Slowly her hand reached out
Knowing no touch could be
All my life her one wish was
Only to touch my cheek
Breathing deeply she softly sighed
Her hand fell to the bed
I moved so very close to her
To hear the words she said
Always love our creator, child
And never let anger rule
Follow only the path of Truth
Remember whose child you are
My trembling hands lifted her arm
And held her fingers to my cheek
It was more than I could truly bear
But for her I must endure
A smile upon her thin, aged lips
Slowly she withdrew her hand
Again she breathed so very deep
And I felt her gaze upon me
Our eyes met but for a moment
Then she closed her own forever
Many things I may forget
But my Grandma I'll always remember
Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.
