TWILIGHT FOR MOM FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LOSS THEIR MOMS

There was a tinge of blue somber in the atmosphere, 
As the sun—a perfect circle of serenity
Was staging a backdrop for Mom.
Displaying magnificent brilliance—as it began to set.
First—it colored the western sky in tones of bright red-orange,
And then subtly changed into—the gloaming hues of twilight.

Approaching the horizon—the dome of the sphere
Seemed in effect—to "reluctantly" disappear.
As if to pause for a moment—standing perfectly still
Before setting behind the gently sloping hill.
Although—summer solstice had long since passed,
The sun—seemed to linger a lot longer that day,
I was saddened to see that sunset slipping away.

The earth revolves around the sun ever so slowly—but
That day—it seemed as if the earth stood still—nothing moved!
Absolutely nothing!—the humming, had not a bird.
The butters, did not fly—and the bumbles, had no bees.

Nor was there a sound,
A vacuum of quiet stillness abound.
Watching that sunset—I began to mourn
As bright orange-red faded—to a dusky red adorn
Coloring the entire western sky—in a somber forlorn.

But—despite my solemn mood watching it set,
The sun put on a spectacular show
As it moved—gradually through its phases.
Sunrays spiked around the top of the dome
And light—filtered through a haze of purple clouds.
Vivid and moody beams of light
Dispersed toward the heavens,
Touching infinity!

For days—Mom had little sleep
Expiring in the translucence of the gloaming.
Her crystal teardrops would pool—as she would weep,
My teardrops fell—as they would pool and heap.

The delicate leaves of the Royal Poinciana tree
Just outside the hospital window—did not move at all.
The tree's branches peered into the room,
Bare—of their bright scarlet summer bloom.
Shadows of leaves on the window sill
Did not flicker—but were perfectly still.
For the wind was not stirring,
It was as if Mother Earth—paused the elements,
To acknowledge the sadness occurring.
And—amid the waning of Mom's fight
In the perfect stillness—of her twilight,
Mother Earth stood quietly—as a lady in waiting,
To soothe the mortal sting—to aid in the liberating.
In that quiet stillness—Mother Earth was bereaved
That—back into her earthed-womb—Mom would be received,
And those who love her dearly—would be left behind to grieve.

The dome of the slowly setting sun,
Continued to leave!
There was just no way!—No way!
That spectacular sunset could stay.
Hopes of another sunset for Mom
Faded and drifted away.
Memories of her bathed in sunshine,
Slowly—faded to shades of gray
As the melancholy dusk of sundown
Left the raw umber—gloom of day.

It seemed—there was no air in the room,
Only the scent—of her last breaths
As her life on earth was ending,
The emergence of her spirit—was ascending
To meet the Bright Morning Star.

Now—in our hearts forever we are
Looking into the night sky—afar
To find her sequel,
That is the brightest twinkling star.

Once Upon
Isabella George
Poetry
May 13, 2:35 PM