In The Hour Of Death

[Guest guest]

To hold close a Beloved One in the hour

Of death is to be the weeping and gnashing

Of teeth, to be the blood seeping from your

Pores as another life slips away, the one you

Now hold in the memories in your hands.

 

 

 

 

Love,

Ana

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedicated to my mother, Helen and father, Louis and to

Chris Valliancourt and his poem " Immaculate Mary Mother Of God " .