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Be There
Held mom's hand while she took her final breath.
Talked to brother for about three hours the night he left.
Sharing and thanking for all the experiences through the years.
Life's music goes on,
Alternating beats of
Happiness, sadness, friendship, loneliness,
Such a familiar dance.
After that last heart beat
As the music ends
And silence begin.
Such a familiar tune
On the one hand,
There is so little any of us can actually do
Each of us is only one of 7 billion
By definition, insignificant
But, on the other hand,
You can be with someone,
Dancing to their tune
Till that final note
By definition, significant
Peace
Talked to brother for about three hours the night he left.
Sharing and thanking for all the experiences through the years.
Life's music goes on,
Alternating beats of
Happiness, sadness, friendship, loneliness,
Such a familiar dance.
After that last heart beat
As the music ends
And silence begin.
Such a familiar tune
On the one hand,
There is so little any of us can actually do
Each of us is only one of 7 billion
By definition, insignificant
But, on the other hand,
You can be with someone,
Dancing to their tune
Till that final note
By definition, significant
Peace
Published 10th Nov 2015
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11th Nov 2015 1:31am
"On the one hand,
There is so little any of us can actually do
Each of us is only one of 7 billion
By definition, insignificant"<--- love the way this flowed! Very nice ink.....
Thank you for the kind words. The silence from the departed can be deafening. And there is so little one can do. And, the dance goes on.
