Of Birth and Death

Moses Ingram on Sep 1, 2011

Birth returns as death.

She looks frail lying there,

Her body weighing perhaps ninety pounds.

Family gathered round her bed

A nurse stops for a moment, than moves on.

She’s tired, unable to keep her eyelids open.

Family kiss her cheek and prepare to leave

“Good-night” mom, she hears again

“Good-night” she murmurs sleepily, eyes closed.

A ‘hush’ settles over the room.

She sleeps as one worn with the toil

Of almost eighty-seven years,

A well earned rest.

A figure enters the room,

Beautiful, and somehow familiar.

Is that wings she wonders,

No longer tired.

Death, for such the figure was, smiled a welcoming smile.

“Remember when I brought you here,

People called me birth than,

Birth and I are one, and tonight I take you home”.

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Comments (14)

megamatt09 on Sep 1, 2011
Very good work.
shobhana on Sep 1, 2011
Well expressed. Death is truly rest and peace. Thanks for this piece.
PR Mace on Sep 3, 2011
What a dear sweet poem. It was touching to me to think of birth and death being the same angel.
realityspeaks on Sep 3, 2011
Beautifully expressed.
juliachild on Sep 4, 2011
Good share
Ruby Hawk on Sep 4, 2011
Moses, you expressed it so well. Thanks for the beautiful words.
Freethinking on Sep 5, 2011
Your piece stirred so many emotions in me this morning. I watched my mom pass away last October, as I held her hand and stroked her forehead letting her know it was time to go with the angels.
Moses Ingram on Sep 5, 2011
Thank you to everyone who visited here and especially to all who left comments.
juliachild on Sep 6, 2011
great share
Reira on Sep 6, 2011
Thanks for sharing this.
juliachild on Sep 25, 2011
nice sharing
AmosTheCat on Sep 27, 2011
I really enjoyed that piece. Let’s see some more.
juliachild on Sep 28, 2011
Great post
FX777222999 on Oct 8, 2011
Nice lines for our beginning and end.

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