Peacefully, Perfectly... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when mother
was in the hospital
and she was
dying...but yet
unable to accept this
fact of life,

i held her hands
closer to my chest
assured her that
there is nothing really
to worry for we
can manage our own
troubles,

and i told her more
about a beautiful angel
waiting for her at the door
who shall guide her towards
her own room in heaven and

that was how she closed
her eyes to eternity
peacefully, perfectly...