Touch
(written for my friend Dolly who suffered a brain aneurism Thursday,
is not yet conscious)
I cannot touch you
with my hands as
you are too far away
out of my reach.
I cannot see you
can only imagine you
lying unmoving in
that private place
between death and life.
I do the only thing
that I am able to do
honor your life in stillness
close my eyes in hope
remember you as friend.
Then I touch you with
my thoughts, words,
fervent prayers, from
the depth of my heart,
hoping you know
so many care.
(Afternote - Dolly died a few days later.)
This is beautiful and much what I feel for and about Dolly too. I especially like your reference to the private place between life and death. I remember the last day of Kerry's life, the last night, and how we felt together but apart, as if he needed to separate a little from me to be able to go through death's door - something holy and private.
ReplyDeleteThis is so touching, Mary, and I do believe you do touch Dolly with your thoughts and wishes.
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