From Dust... to Dust...
Have you watched a cereus blossom, only to see her die at dawn...?
She saw the pictures of a once healthy woman, who had shrunk both in size and life, till she could hold on no longer...
I am not sure if I should bid you enjoy...
I watched them fall, slowly off each dirt-filled hand..
I heard the prayers, though I couldn't say them,
Still I felt the words, and the muttered "amen"...
I thought of her smile, her quiet little laugh..
I thought of her hurt, and all of her pain,
I thought of the fact I won't be seeing all that again...
I took solace in knowing she led a full life..
And even though these prayers, I couldn't say them,
Still I felt the words, and so I muttered "amen"...
She still lived in those she had left behind...
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