Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

It Won’t Be Long Now

He sat on the bed and patted her hand
And then he wiped off the sweat from her brow.
She smiled at him as the babe moved again
And said “Don’t worry.  It won’t be long now.”

Just a small child dressed in ribbons and curls
With a solemn face all set in a frown,
As her mother cried and smiled through her tears,
“Your bus is here and it won’t be long now.”

Adorned in white with her roses in hand,
She smiled as her father pulled her veil down.
The March began then, his cherished time gone,
He whispered to her “It won’t be long now.”

She sang as she rocked their babe in her arms,
As contented, he slept without sound.
She smiled at the man who sat by her side
And said “He’s going.  It won’t be long now.”

With eyes that had shed one too many tears,
She watched her husband’s last breath let out.
The old woman just stared at the doctor
And said “Don’t worry.  It won’t be long now.”

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April 9, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry

4 Comments »

  1. Love this! The beautiful cycle of a life being lived.

    Comment by heartspurs | April 10, 2013 | Reply

    • Thank you! That’s what I thought when the phrase ‘it won’t be long now’ occurred to me.

      Comment by Brady | April 10, 2013 | Reply

  2. Your words never fail to touch my heart! Thank you once again.

    Comment by Susie | April 12, 2013 | Reply

    • Thanks! I’m glad you stopped by!

      Comment by Brady | April 12, 2013 | Reply


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