THE DAWN PASSING

Sun light pierced the darkness

Through unmet curtains

Spilling gentle early morning sun

On her quiet restful countenance

Facing the dawn

She lay on her side

Her hand supporting her pail cheek

She was at peace

Her three-score year and ten served

Age and weariness had left her

And the pain, which hardens our features, was no more

As I held her cold hand

I remembered her warmth

And my mind was at once filled

With a lifetime’s memories

Good memories

Warm and rich beyond price

Memories So vivid they might have been yesterday

My lips quivered

And my eyes filled with the sting of tears

Happy for the memories

But so sad for the loss

Then Suddenly The peace was broken

With the doctor’s heavy footfall on the stairs

So, I kissed her gentle hand

And said my last goodbye to mum.