in the end
you had to sing the hymns in your head
fill your mind with the music
that could not escape
in the end
she held your hand
entwined your fingers
listened to your last breath
in the end
angels embraced you
brought you into their choirloft
and left us all bereft,
at your beginning.
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NaPoWriMo Day 27.
A bit of an elegy. This April has been full of poems of grieving. *Another* dear one died yesterday. (5 precious souls lost to us in 10 mos, 3 in April alone!) His glorious voice is now raised with the angels, but oh how we will miss it here on Earth. RIP Randy.
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Shawn L. Bird 