When Death Is Nearing
They paced the room as restless
As an untamed wind -
As the old Sycamore swayed
Like a belly dancer -
The dust-swirling in copper eddies -
And the storms concern -
E'er raging -
The windows-pulsating heart thunder -
And nerves on edge -
Of the edge of the sill -
There was a crack in the Pain -
But it can be relieved again -
No news is good news-some say -
But the silence of death -
It mourns -
The bells are tolling once more -
Perhaps, another Angel with new -
Wings borne?
Do not grieve for her in the NOW!
Nor e'er in the morrow -
For her suffering is over and done -
An end at last-to her pain and sorrow.
Dedicated: 2U
poem by Theodora Onken
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