The Leaving

She left with little warning

Together, then life was gone

Eyelids stilled all movement

No breathing. Death had won

Yet victory to her belonged

Without fear in her final hour

A brief encounter with a pain

But it had no power

I would ask that when I die

I could have a similar fate

Holding hands with one I loved

Never early but not late

She was there one minute

The next I started sorrow

No more to talk or walk with her

We shall not meet tomorrow

She died before her body

Became too burdensome to carry

Heaven knew that she was weary

And no longer made her tarry

I said goodbye. I kissed her

Stroked her forehead. Combed her hair

Her face serene, she had gone

She had nothing more to share

This poem is Copyright ACoatesworth 2009

This poem is in her book 'Daily LIfe' - for sale in the authorsden bookstore and from her website.