Getting a call from my Daughter's Oncologist-
My heart stopped beating...

She said one word
"Good...

There was darkness; hidden
deep from the light of Mother Moon...

Blissful whispers sing
upon a crisp, soft, vesper...

(The shadow speaks)
Your body was parchment...

These eyes have witnessed
balmy breezes, whispering...

Cute little boy he was known as
Helper for his Mommy always...

Her voice was sounding like an ocean.
Fluid was starting to fill her lungs...

Smiles shine upon a midnight moon
hushing lullabies with a gentle kiss...

We have a guest that lives in this house
it's not an insect or a fluffy white mouse...

There isn't enough ink
to write under a moonlit night...

Meet me under the moon after midnight
golden stars will shed their loving light...