In the final parting

Looking back from the not so distant past,

the bed and it’s occupants glow –

all anger, distrust, hurt is gone . . .

gentle voices, soft laughter and tears

mingle freely, washing away old animosities

at the time of this parting.

I the face of this task –

to ease this frail, over used  body

to relinquish its claim on

the radiant soul within  . . .

all else fails.

Caught up in the normalcy of daily living,

time rushes past and we fail to hear

the heart’s true measure from one to another

so mountains of resentments

build bunkers around the hearts,

and in his final hours, he defied

expectations, and created

a surcease of souls’ angst

intertwining embittered hearts

and bringing peace.