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As She Lay Dying

by Don Matley

I am outside her room
The door open
same as before,
her back to me asleep
shrouded prematurely in a white sheet
breathing calmly.
Would that her breath would cease
releasing her,
allowing her passing
after 92 years
this frail outline
in ironic fetal pose,
as I was, when she bore me.
The final breath
the final pulse
takes so long to arrive
hope it will be soon,
knowing you never wanted
to linger on facing the inevitable.
I know you don’t want tears
But my heartache hurts.
Then you leave us
you shake no more
you hurt no more,
but we will tremble
we will hurt for you,
but you live in us always
dancing among your flowers
always blooming in our hearts.
Bye for now.
I am smiling
But only because
You wanted me to.


Posted on 06/12/2011
Copyright © 2022 Don Matley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/16/11 at 03:28 PM

Excellent poetic snapshot Dawn. Reminds me very much of my own mom when she passed in October 2009.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/16/11 at 03:29 PM

Oops, sorry, I meant to say Don.

Posted by Scott Utley on 06/22/11 at 06:05 AM

This is such a beatifully crafted work of healing art.

Posted by Julie Adams on 06/22/11 at 02:42 PM

I ADORE THIS PIECE, TRULY. It is compelling and emotive, honest but honorary, an amazing piece to read this morning, kudos poet, peace, jewels

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