Love Every Drop

Her eyes are mostly closed.
She lies, these precious days,
Not many heartbeats from the hand of God.

Before those final breaths,
I pray she loves each drop
That whispers water from the pressed on sponge.

And every touch and voice
That speaks of dearest love
Will soften pain ; I turn to weep alone

This laughing girl grown old,
Who held her friendships close ,
Delighted by a meadow filled with flowers...

I try to stop my dreams;
My prayers must be for light-
The miracle won't happen for her life.

A myriad angels wait to guide her soul,
Unfurl the dark she leaves
And show the ones who’re left the constant stars.