My love is leaving me
More than half way to heaven is she
God holds her mind in his hands
I keep her body safe until she lands
My love is leaving me

Lord,
Send her angels hands
to help her as she climbs
give her the hand of my mother
and the hands of her mother and sister
hold her as she climbs the rungs of Jacobs ladder

My love is leaving me
more than half way to heaven is she
ease her soul as she climbs
I will keep her body safe
until she lands

And for me dear God,
please let her come to me
on the breeze
in the sound of water
a little bird to watch over me
and when I ascend the ladder
be it her hand to touch my cheek
to let me know I am home.

01/31/2011

Author's Note: I post this today with for my sister in-law who has a few days left to get to the top of Jacobs ladder. Blessings to my brother in-law for loving his wife deeply never leaving her as she fell into the rare early-onset-Alzheimer’s, She is just 53 years old. May peace be with them both during this time. To write this poem I spent the day with my brother-in-law to find some words outside of myself in an experience I hope to never have. As the poet with a poem intended for someone else it did not turn out as I anticipated but what in life does? amendment- I just learned she passed about the same time I posted this poem.

Posted on 01/31/2011
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