I held his hand, and glanced at him,
He said his eyes were growing dim,
His breath was shallow, and hardly there,
This moment that we both could share
Was, 'at the last' a moving time
When hopes of life, no longer climb
And all that one could do was pray
That God would speed him on his way.
© Ernestine Northover
How sad but how touchingly beautiful. Great write, Andrew x
A pray of peace for a loved one at times like these is like a candle lit within the soul.Love Duncan
Even when life is beautiful in the sunlight, this day is coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written! I like this a lot! Thanks for sharing, Ernestine. L