pouring down it's rays of light
upon the world so dark and still,
I watch alone and feel a chill
run up my spine
reminding me
of something that ought not to be…
and ever so slowly passes by
a shadow darkening the starlit sky.
I watch the moon as she disappears
and for a friend,
I shed my tears,
remembering how she let her light
make every heart a bit more bright.
And when the moon is wholly gone,
I tell myself life must go on…
but nothing can stop the flow of tears
that cannot change the coming years
as her light no longer shines.
In Darkness the moon
is put to bed…
I cry again because she is dead.
PS. This was the first poem I wrote during my first encounter with death…at 12 years old ... a friend's mother. I chose to post this now because I am about to make a trek to celebrate the life and dignified passing of a friend's mother. Somehow it seemed fitting. And believe it or not…I had to ad lib the last few lines because I can't put my hands on a written version. I had only my memory to go by.
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