I Speak To Her Before Death


The dark room is stark silent as
My hands won’t stop shaking
And the woman in the bed gives a groan
When I start to lose more control of the trembling,
Yet, nevertheless, I grab tight onto the Holy Bible,
And I take a quick breath
Even though my grandmother lay dying
Next to these throw pillows on the average person’s twin bed
Because I must read the versus
To such a beautiful woman
From this sacred Book of eternal Life
Before God calls her Spirit to leave the Earth
While in my second time around,
Clear, strong, and amid the tough air,
I won’t lose my head,
For she needs me,
And I am here,
The Holy Spirit says also mourning
Unto each believing soul
Who beloved ultimately defeats death,
For I say despite any nervousness,
Sitting all too near my grandmother’s death bed,
See you in Heaven,
As the Bible ends.

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