Death Becomes Her

Death becomes her…
Smoothed the seams that lined a tired face
Erased the anger from eyes of green flint
Hushed the blush that colored cold cheeks
Purged the pain from a heart, empty and spent

Death becomes her…
Hollow hope packed its overstuffed bags
Romantic ruminations stepped out the door
Borrowed tomorrows went on vacation
And now sleeps serenely beneath sandy shores

 

photo via Pixabay

14 thoughts on “Death Becomes Her”

    1. Thank you for your kind words, Barbara…I’m happy it touched you. My sweet mama has been gone for 15 years. There’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss her terribly, but she lived a long life, was beloved by many, and was more than ready to move on.

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  1. ‘Smoothed’, ‘Erased’, ‘Hushed’, ‘Purged’! Wow you really put so much vividness in this poem with your clever use of words. Great job!

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