At Hospice

She knelt by the bed of the one
whose last words were lines
of the prayer her life had been
and now its benediction on a breath
ever softly singing to sleep
the little girl who wanted nothing more
than to be like her, to make her proud–
the breath at last became hers
and her life became the prayer.

2009-04-04 15.48.05

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