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By Verna Cole Mitchell
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A shawl of darkness
Encircled her thin shoulders
With steel-like threads.
How many weeks had she been restrained
In this stifling tunnel of grief?
Eight, nine, maybe more,
Since she had endured
The long rites of farewell
With a dignity she had not known was hers.
No sliver of light dared try
To penetrate the night
Of her ever-sunless world.
Life held no meaning for her now
Without her darling beside her.
Her heartbeat was but a whisper
With the silencing of his.
She longed for home in heaven
To be with him once again.
Her sorrowing family had fears
That they would lose her, too.
Until one day,
With the appearance
Of an illuminating glimmer,
She noticed those around her.
She saw his eyes
In the face of her youngest son,
Cast lovingly upon her.
Her daughter’s auburn hair
Was the very same
As the young bridegroom’s
She had loved to stroke
Those many years ago.
In her grandson’s cheek
Was the dimpled smile
That had brightened at her presence.
One by one, the strands
Of the burdening shawl
Slowly began to fray.
She walked with faltering steps
Toward the glow of day
With the realization
She was still surrounded
By the essence of
The one she missed so much.
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I saw my father grieve every day for Mama. I'm glad this ends with a happy tone.
Poetry at its best!
The resemblance in the faces of family was, I thought, brilliantly done.
God bless~
God bless~