and then it is over
a life of 92 years and two months
a journey breathed through
sun and storm
water and fire
in this room of breaths
eyes open faintly
focused
we gather vigilant intent
on letting ending happen
we the living
letting a part of ourselves
slip away in these
slowing breaths
another syringe of freedom into tube
and we touch her hand shoulder
face
assurance of presence
until it seems it is here
a presence descending
and through tears we begin the songs
half words half
hums
melodies float on the breath of tears
and her face
changes
from tension and labour
to restful submission
we sing until the breathing seems to stop
only a few last
gasps of struggle
and then we pray her spirit into peace
water and fire
sun and storm
a journey breathed through
a life of 92 years and two months
and then -
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