reflections of the final days in hospice care
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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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
Read 737 times
Written on 2009-08-21 at 05:08
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