Beloved Angel

07-16-2006
(I never truly understood why I wrote this poem. Now more than ever I relate to it on such a deeper level)

Such a tragedy awaits you,
Beyond those swinging doors.
A mother walks beyond them,
To claim what now soars.

Sharp thorns of the rose,
Digs deep into her skin.
So cold is her expression,
Tears build from within.

Each clack of her heels,
Brings her closer to the bed.
Memories play in her mind,
Regretting things unsaid.

Her head it slowly lifts,
A tear graces her cheeks.
He was gone for so long,
Hadn't seen him in weeks.

Light highlights the body,
Darkness shrouds the rims.
stepping across the line,
Her vision slightly dimmed.

The tears turn to sobs,
The ice begins to crack.
She wanted to just hold him,
She wanted to have him back.

The rose abruptly falls,
Head falls on his chest.
His soul dances above,
His body laid to rest.

Final goodbyes are said,
To the man she held near.
Having to bury your children,
Is what every mother fears.