I Promise To Come Tomorrow

I walked into her room;
Pink prayer shawl
Draped the foot of the bed.
I drew it up over her shoulders
Whispering words that stirred her.
Many prayers were whispered for you
As the knitting went, row by row,
Are with you now. Her breathing is
Shallowed by drugs to keep the pain at bay.
I think she is more alert
For a moment.
She wants me to pray.
We speak words. She needs more than words.
She needs the freedom of pain free eternity.
It is hard to let go, hard to let her go,
Hard to say the words lest it happen – now.
We hold hands.
And I promise to come tomorrow.

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