There seems to be a struggle
Twixt the body—
Grasping to hold on to the familiar—
And the spirit
Reaching to break through
The veil.
And we stand
Watching
Weeping
Waiting
As the mystery
That is life and death
Works out in wonder
Before our eyes.
We’re caught between
Clinging to what we
Hold so dear
And wishing she would
Take that final breath
And wake beyond.
Nancy Perkins
1/10/13
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