Final moments forging elegy
Essence engraved in parting strokes
Wingspan unfold
No margin can hold
She flies beyond the creases and edges she rests in
Sharing the simple string of words that she was left with

Breathless
Chest ceased to rise on the flower-dressed furniture
We cry
Powerless to the learning curve
I heard the early bird news on the front stoop
Mom's house
Dad's words
Numb to the truth
Put my tongue in a noose
Struggle to produce a whisper even
Grieving on a spring day that feels like the winter season
Bitter breeze split the trees and hit my cheeks like vicious kisses wistfully ripping me from my inseams in mystery
A 21 gun symphony given she up on St. Mary's hill
The wind faint
Very still
A chill filling the mausoleum with lack
The second of siblings lost in a week
Unfair the clarity tearing at Mary
To carry the cross of seeing them pass
But she is relaxed when people around almost reach a collapse
Now she has the feverish task of having to see both her children sleep in the ash
It's grief and glee for the past
Fear and hope for the next
And every moment's inches closer to death

But every moment is blessed
Every moment is fresh
Every moment, ingest
Every moment, invest

The only thing left was goodbye but I shaded my eyes
It's just something that I couldn't take in at the time
But I regret it
Oh, I regret not stepping into that room
I let the fear consume me

Then spoon-feed gloom and grief
And as the tune proceeds just days later we put Puka to sleep
I used to believe that neither would ever leave
'Cause everything would change but be the same indefinitely
But inevitably the end will be seen again and again until it's reached
The pendulum cease
I try to tend to the sheep deep in my head but I keep keeping a seasoned wool vizor over my eyes instead
When it's time for bed, let my mind be steadfast
Before it's wiped clean like wet naps
Surviving the set backs till black sets in to what once was vision disintegrated
Simple vindication of our living nature
We've given favor to the thoughts of immortality
Enslaved by the tainted flavor
Caught up within a fallacy
Shimmy the balance beam gradually and gather speed accordingly
The path you seek is yours
A different course is just a masterpiece of forgery
Fashion your story with passion and glory but make it your own
Never take shape with the clones
Sometimes we face things alone
Sometimes with help from our fellow beings
'Cause selfless deeds exist but still we've gotta give some elbow grease
Remember to eat our healthy greens and leave the red meat
Forever's bed
Extended rest
I hope we sleep on fresh sheets
My paper angel, sketched so freely, speaks a phrase to keep me sane on bleaker days
"Everything will be ok"