she told us she was ready to go. still <br />we didn't want that to happen. her mind <br />was fading in and out. seeing people <br />she had known in the past. <br /> <br />while her room filled with well wishers trying <br />to keep her in this life, I muttered a prayer <br />to the ceiling, hoping for safe passage <br />for the trip. <br /> <br />its not fair for death to take <br /> loved ones from us <br />its not fair for us to keep them <br />here when they are packed, ready to go <br /> <br />this weekend we buried Olga, she <br />lay so still. her brocaded wedding dress <br />displayed next to her casket. <br /> <br />people commented on the beauty <br />of the dress, the lace, the hand stitching <br />how wonderful she had looked in it. <br /> <br />my thinking turned to how she left <br />unafraid ready to go like a saint of old <br />like the last line of a well written myth.<br /><br />r james sterzinger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/olga-2/
