Final Moments
They tell me, in their opinion
That it will happen
Though it has not
Or perhaps will not
In these, the final moments
I feel
Though she cannot
Or perhaps does not
I know, inside my being
I am stronger
Physically, that is
Or perhaps I am not
And with that thought I realize
I am as weak as a newborn
And that she is stronger
Than any person before her
For four years ago
She had but six months
Vividly I see what is
In front of me
Yet slightly askew
Of where I am
But so elegantly above me
And clearly over my head
On the deck just moments before
Three generations sit and ponder
Life, and the ending thereof
The moon casting so brightly
That the night sky of One AM
Is lit nearly to midday Luminescence
A rose as I come inside
Catches my eye
To me, representing
Beauty I have known
For eighteen years
There
Awakened for one instance
She lies knowing our presence
They tell me, in their opinion
That it will happen
I cannot wrap my mind
Around something that isn't there
Yet so well pronounced
That no language barrier could hold it within
So suddenly, three years in the making
With one final push
Grab toward glorious life
Then relief
With her hand in mine
I watch this sweet innocent
Knowing destiny lies immediately
Knowing
This is it
They tell me, in their opinion
That it will happen
Rain
Those few drops of Devine comfort
Lead me to where I am presently
But I keep coming back to the rose
And what it meant to me
Not the withering of a life gone past
But the blossoming of a new phase of life
They tell me, in their opinion
That it will happen
And in a manor of speaking
It did
But in a manor of speaking
It was done
And a new life, a perfect journey
For the beautiful mother, daughter, grandmother
Anne Kirby
Began
Chris Kirby
Finished on September 18, 2003 at 12:59 AM
In Loving Memory of Anne Kirby and the passing she participated in, the 13th of September 2003 in the year of the Lord.
