Eternal Rest, poetry by Christine Leoni at Spillwords.com
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Eternal Rest

Eternal Rest

written by: Christine Leoni

 

It is coming…
Tendrils of mist swirl in front of my mother’s grey eyes distorting the here and now.

It is coming…
She painstakingly lays down nostalgic objects as her mind travels into forgotten narratives.

It is coming…
Folds mark her beauty with years on end, as gravity pulls her body down.

It is coming…
She moves tentatively across the room with irregular gaits, stooped on a stick for symmetry.

It is coming…
The final stages that steal time make her daily efforts become unattainable.

The time has come…
She lays in dreamless sleep, her perfection preserved in time. Only in the end, is the certain realization that she loved me most.

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