by: Nyre © 1997
The chill autumn air
slowly twirls about
Carrying on it sadness
about a small little house
Lying within
On a bed Of Death
a loving mother
Struggles for breath
Her Children and husband
gather about
Each little noise
The sound Of a shout
For Nature has laid
Its touch on her Face
As It prepares to take her
Into Its loving embrace
Death waits quietly
To Steal her away
As her Husband kneels down
To Silently pray
Oh My Lord
who watches above
Please take mercy
Upon My Only love
She was always caring
and full Of good will
and though you may take her
she will remain with us still.
Our Daughter and son
her legacy to us
her gift to you
Her honor and trust
For even though you take her
She does not cry
Even as she suffers
on this bed that she lies
Instead she thinks of us
and the babe newborn
that though she will pass
Her child will see the morn,
I know in my heart
that as you take her away
My tears will surely fall
Till the end Of My Days
Then I will come to you
and stand at your gates
and the ground below
I will gladly forsake
To stand once again
By My loving wife
As I give up My Body
and this mortal life
Slowly he weeps
AS he then lays by her side
Wondering how much longer
Before death quiets her sighs
Her Little boy of two
Tugs on her arm
Hoping she will be OK
Safe from harm
He tugs once more
But she does not hear
the sweet sound Of his voice
doesn't not reach her ears
Hurt and confused
He stumbles away
Not knowing why
Mommy will not play
Another sweet voice
Join in the sounds
The voice Of her Daughter
Her Life newly found
A sweet little girl
with eyes like her mother
whose gentle features
could belong to no other
She cries for her mother
to come hold her tight
Her mother slipping softy into her final goodnight
Gazing on the room
From angels eyes
the mother bows sadly
with a heart wrenching sigh
She has gone now
And left them alone
There in a place
where she had Made a home
She watches her husband
slowly closes her eyes
As his tears fall onto her body
as he silently cries
With a touch
ever so gentle
he rises and stops the clock
that rests on the Mantle
The one that he gave her
Many years ago
The night of their wedding
When they played in the snow
Slowly he takes it down
and wraps it in cloth
Holding it tender
as the love he just lost
He takes the children
Holding them tight
as the very earth weeps with him
On this sad lonely night
Her mother comes in quietly
To kiss her daughter good-bye
and the family gathers round
holding other to cry
The newborn babe
softly hushes her sounds
as her Angel mother above
gazes smiling down
For though she is gone
the Daughter remains
Worth the agony
and the torturing pain
She gave her life that her daughter may live
The only chance she got
the only gift she could give
The angel looks to the heavens
and silently knows
her daughter can see her
For God Lets it be so
His penance to her
For taking her life
To let her daughter see her
By the moons gentle light
Slowly she reaches out
and touches the babies cheek
and softly caresses it
as she sings her to sleep
A Soft lullaby
her Mother had whispered
when she was a baby
That she had Remembered
She sang it now
So her daughter could hear
when upon the babies cheek
suddenly there was a tear
As she looked up
To the heavens above
The Lord looked down
with eyes of love
And Healing tears
From His eyes did fall
AS he Blessed her Family
One and all
Then held out his hand
To take her away
The time had come
To end her stay
With a last look
and a whispered good night
She followed her Heavenly Father
Up Into the light
They placed her body
on a gentle slope
beneath the loving arms
of a Tremendous Oak
To protect her there
and keep her safe
and where her daughter
would one day play
And Look Below
To where her mother lay
and to remember that night
when her daddy prayed
And her mom said
That final good night
as she gazed up
into her loving eyes
And Many years later
when her Daddy died
She walked to an Old Trunk
As she too Cried
She slowly took out
a bundled clock
That had once long ago
Been silently stopped
And Putting it on the mantle
She started it again
For Daddy was with Mommy
as Lover and Friend
And High above
In the silent night
her Father approached the gates
Where awaited his wife
She Rushed forward
To meet him on the path
Where they held each other
danced, and laughed
Whilst Somewhere below
They heard the tiny ticks
Of an Old Beaten Clock
On the Mantle where it Sits.
