Death
by Lillian Sara Cauldwell
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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In Memory of my sister-in-law who died of Breast Cancer, March 3, 2004. |
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The face of death lingered near the surface as her balding scalp and sun drenched head faced the wall. With calm grace and peaceful acceptance, she waited for her inevitable downfall. Doomed, she prepared her final message of farewell. Her family stood, shuffling their feet as their pain swelled enclosing them in their own hell. Weary faces, tear stained cheeks, they waited, an assembly forever frozen in silent prayer. Like a queen of regal beauty, she lay in the bed conscious, not aware at the fuss made around her. As she slept, she heard a young voice shrill against a background of stillness, a weighted sigh indrawn. A crack in the silence she heard the voice say: one-two buckle my shoe; three-four close the door; five-six pick up sticks; seven-eight close the gate; nine-ten, alone at the end. The sigh once released filled the room with minimal expectations. Her head fell back upon the pillows and breathed her last disturbing us all.
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
5/19/2008 |
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| At least she was surrounded by her loved ones and that made you all feel better I know. Death is cruel and when the good Lord wants you he takes you wherever. Death is not final though. She is up there with the angels and doing great works and things and praising god best of all. |
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| Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader) |
3/30/2008 |
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| Wonderful write of the end of life. Almost exactly duplicated with my dear grandma Renee in her bedroom in our home with family all around young and old alike as she passed on. Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Shannon Phoenix (Reader) |
8/4/2007 |
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| Haunting, emotional, eloquent, beautiful. I am so sorry for your loss. |
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| Reviewed by Miller Caldwell |
7/11/2007 |
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How keen the writer's mind becomes in the face of tragedy. Yet you speak for us all who are priviledged to attend the end of life. It does not matter how long we tred this life as long as we leave it better in some little way. Your poetry will live forever.
Miller |
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| Reviewed by Gerald Tate |
5/29/2007 |
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Happened to me with my dad. This sad poem brought me back to then. Very neatly written
Gerald J Tate |
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| Reviewed by Dave Harm |
3/19/2005 |
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| Wow... powerful write, that way to many people have experienced... I wouldn't wish cancer on my worst enemy... sorry for your lose |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
3/4/2004 |
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My sympathies, Lillian. Having watched several of my friends and family die of cancer, I am in awe of their courage. Blessings to you. Remember her as she was.
Elizabeth |
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