After Sunrise | A Poem

After Sunrise

The spent shell of life:




The unknown terror:


Time has no hold on those who pass away,

to where I do not know.

Seven minutes after sunrise on the seventh day,

of the seventh month,

stillness gives way to the restless beauty of dawn.

. . .

A poem written on the day when a person I had cared for and watched slowly die over a month with fear and confusion. A person for whom faith gave no solice or strength. A person in her ninety fifth year, who at the end needed nothing more than the warmth of a hand to hold.

  • Originator :

    Mike de Sousa

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  • Status :

    Free to enjoy at Public Art World. May not be used for commercial gain. Copyright maintained.

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