her body stiff and oh so thin.
i can feel her bones with only her skin covering them.
her eyes are closed,
why make the effort she asks herself,
when all i see is a blur.
when she started to lose her voice,
she used to speak with her eyes,
but now her eyes can only say, ‘why?”
when i pry them open with my fingers.
perhaps its not the end, but the beginning.
lost on the path to a new beginning.
perhaps if we let go, and say good-bye,
she’ll find some peace, and a happier place.