You were waiting to die
alone, placed carefully on a small bed

Your lovely white hair
sprouting off your head

Your eyes closed peacefully
signaling to all; it was time

We gathered around
whispering gently in your ear

Sharing love, sharing secrets
granting you permission

To drift far, far away
To return to whence you came

With promises of visiting
us in our dreams

Your lips moved
slowly, as if through molasses

You had so much to say
much love to confirm

But, we all agreed
it was better if you slept

Slept until you could
float away to the place we all long for

Back to your truth
Back home.

-Heather Strang

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