by Unknown
May 2011 216 Views 1 comments
Last Beat
In her bed of crisp white linen
She gazes all around.
Her rheumy eyes alert
Listen to that sound.
The beat of a heart
A sigh of old age...
She's glad to have lived
A long, happy life
Mother to her chldren
To her husband, a wife.
Tears glisten in her eyes
As all comes to an end.
A soft, quiet smile
Is all she has left to send.
Memories fade.........
As she passes from time.....
She gazes all around.
Her rheumy eyes alert
Listen to that sound.
The beat of a heart
A sigh of old age...
She's glad to have lived
A long, happy life
Mother to her chldren
To her husband, a wife.
Tears glisten in her eyes
As all comes to an end.
A soft, quiet smile
Is all she has left to send.
Memories fade.........
As she passes from time.....
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Posted: May 2011
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How I imagined my Nanna when she passed many years ago...I was only twelve and lived overseas at the time.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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She gazes all around.
Her rheumy eyes alert
Listen to that sound.
The beat of a heart
A sigh of old age...
She's glad to have lived
A long, happy life
Mother to her chldren
To her husband, a wife.
Tears glisten in her eyes
As all comes to an end.
A soft, quiet smile
Is all she has left to send.
Memories fade.........
As she passes from time.....
A beautiful poignant poem.