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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2211787
For my mother
Mom doesn’t know how to die.
She tries to relax, fall into it,
but keeps waking each day.
Her body shuts down around her
without release.

Dad hasn’t come for her yet.
She asks us to pray for death.
Who can take up those sharp words?
We pray instead for peace, healing.

We make her stay.
She endures and endures,
to no end, bitter
or sweet.
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