This Bedside Vigil Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

This Bedside Vigil



A spontaneous glow of great mirth
encompass her features
a smile alit upon her lips

The usual matter-of-fact features
smooth out to reveal something
which plainly says

'What fools these mortals be! '

Not a dancing glee-

No mischief there
nor merriment, but nevertheless mirth,
maybe in her eyes
something that sees life

Who sees it whole, and still stands laughing
no wryness, no bitterness
yet

And so we pray

Oh God-let it be
no-not another tomorrow
before she passes free

This Bedside Vigil
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Egi David Perdana 13 July 2008

let it be, pray and believe..

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