Our Last Embrace - Off To Heaven's Gate

Our Last Embrace - Off To Heaven's Gate

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

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You, my beloved wanting to deny the inevitable
Your body wearing down- thin, haggard and pale
Your face looking weary- lined with battle scars of living life
Each of us waiting to exhale
Tired of running in place
I knew in my soul you were losing the game, forfeiting the fight
You, weary of hustling the race
That dreaded  ‘C’  word lying on lips
afraid to be spoken- dreading to be heard 
Hiding fears with well worn smiles
Feeling scared...feeling unprepared
Struggling to walk those last few miles
Forced into losing you by something unseen…
Both of us riding the storm on wild stallions
to battle something so obscene
A ticking time bomb took up residence in your gut
An eviction notice was sent...
to this uninvited occupant

Then you were gone...
Me standing there looking down at your face
as you lie in your peaceful resting place
lined with satin, laced with tears
I have loved you for so many years
Missing your warm embrace 
Missing seeing your face
Anger, fear, tears - all packed inside
my love for you will always abide
There you go my love…
Blissfully off to Heaven’s gate...
where I'll meet you - waiting lovingly there for me


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by anne p murray

 2012

© 2012 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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Powerfull and emotive as I have your writing to be
xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

12 Years Ago

Thank you Sharon, I appreciate you ;)
Hugs Anne

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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne
anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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