From where she lies the view is lovely. <br />You can see the valley from here. <br />Beside her, carefully-chosen cards <br />don’t say Get Well Soon. <br /> <br />We come and go, not knowing <br />which goodbye will be goodbye. <br />For a few days she seems stateless. <br />The angels are checking her passport. <br /> <br />They needn’t fret. She has <br />the necessary visa. Even here <br />she wears the bittersweet, regretful grace <br />of an ambassador returning home. <br /> <br />The pain is nothing, she says, <br />and now for her the world is nothing, <br />and from where she lies the view is lovely. <br />You can see heaven from here.<br /><br />Godfrey Rust<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-where-she-lies/
