There wasn't nearly enough holding
kissing cuddling stroking
she became so fragile by the end
it felt as if she'd break if squeezed too tight
I washed her failing body more than once
almost unbearable
handle with care
cautious of crushing
painfully precious solid heavy distorted frangible flesh
clumsy as clay
precious as porcelain
It wasn't enough
there was a once
a moment
eternity of months ago
i kneeled and buried my face in her poor dear stomach
we wept
she stroked my hair
i can still feel her fingers
If only i could be back there still
not present in this here and now
she should be here to hold me
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spring's painful loveliness splinters the dry sticky dark softly insinuates betwixt the cracks of winter charming its forceful gentlenes... -
it has a rhythm and pattern all its own grief hidden and unpredictable it catches offbalance shifts pebbles underfoot transforms the landsca... -
We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
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A hug and a holding for you ((x))
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