sits with us at the table
rides the bus with us
snuggles up in bed
presses on our eyelids
shackles our feet
so we move
as though underwater, .
wading towards
the moment
we remove the tube
and wait.
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making sense
of our days with her,
now without her.
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Focusing on the happiness of her end
The joyful union
of her soul with the great soul
towards the moment
we remove the tube
and wait
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Slowly pushing through
The thoughts memories
Making sense of our days with her
Now without her
Focusing on the happiness of her end
The joyful union
of her soul with the great soul
We watch
her heart heave and fall
for the last time
Pray let us be strong
Tomorrow
Knowing its the last time we make an archanai for her in her name
I had a conversation with her yesterday
Told her how often i think of her even if i don't call
She is indeed a golden spirit
Humble kind loving
I want her blue saree as a thotil saree for my grandkids.
She buys me the best sarees you know
I am going to miss her so
Slowly pushing through
The thoughts memories
Making sense of our days with her
Now without her
Focusing on the happiness of her end
The joyful union
of her soul with the great soul
So these thoughts lift us from the gloom
Towards the day we remove the tubes
I think we never.
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