Our Final Goodbye
I can hear her voice drifting in the wind,
Feel her fingers running through my hair,
Feel her watching over me
As she guides her only heir.
She sings to me at night,
A lullaby so soothing,
Her voice that of a quartet
So beautiful in their harmony.
I can hear her calling me,
Asking me to join her
Out in the moonlight
Where her voice and the air stir.
She looks so beautiful
Standing beneath the moon.
She shines with the otherworldly light
Of a soul gone too soon.
She smiles at me
With tears in her eyes,
We both know this is
Where we say our final goodbyes.
She walks towards me,
And hugs her daughter
One last time before she
Is gone forever.
I can’t bring myself to return the embrace.
As she fades away,
I can only stand there crying
As everything turns to shades of gray.
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