reflections of the final days in hospice care


Parental passing

The process of death.

Iridescent memories shimmer and sing;
dancing before your eyes.

The light and love of
reflections on soap bubbles floating in a summer breeze,
and firefly nights.

Hear the melody and cadence.

Listen to the echoes.

Feel the silence in the blink of an eye that lasts forever;
see the ripples in time.

The release of death.

The process of life.




Poetry by Bruce Sommer
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 05:08

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very good reflection, life is a passage or a tunnel we all have to go through - filled with so many things, until that spark flickers and travels away

Elle x
2009-08-21