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Angelic Pools of Infinity
by Wendy SparlingCurled up in the fetal position
your fragile frame laying still
awaiting for the moment
when God will claim you,
and take your pain in silence
Looking upon your weak body
a flutter of an eyelid
silence again
A great heave of breath,
then a struggle to sit upright
a slight sway then steadied
your grey blue eyes,
grey pools
set upon my face
Our eyes meet in silence
Those grey pools fluttering
an ever ending light glowing,
endless orb
in her inner being
She gazed upon my face
with love that had no boundary,
a flooding of peace
which made me speechless
Open palms facing the sky,
like a dove ready to take flight
there before me, an Angel,
a Changeling
Quietly, the Angel lay down,
her body weak again
My Mother peacefully
drifted away...
06/30/2009
Author's Note: Thank you, Quentin, for publishing my poem.
Posted on 07/01/2009
Copyright © 2025 Wendy Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 07/01/09 at 03:55 AM Wendy, this is deeply touching my soul.I have tears welling up and overflowing.You penned this beautifully. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/01/09 at 12:56 PM A very moving description written in exquisite love! |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 07/01/09 at 05:04 PM Wendy, this is beautiful. It's hard to lose a parent. Thank you for sharing this painful, yet peaceful time with us. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/01/09 at 11:09 PM I really love that 2nd to last stanza. I am sorry for your loss, Wendy. |
| Posted by James Zealy on 07/06/09 at 05:59 PM She died at peace with you and herself, one could not ask for anything more. It is a wonderful statement about the depth of your life journey. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 07/07/09 at 08:57 PM This is an exquisite word sculpture in memorial to your Mom. I know she must have been smiling down on you as you chiseled out your love with such beauty that even the dust is more precious than gold or jewels in her sight. |
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