Going Home

She was on her death bed
It was almost her time to go
She stood
But was told to rest
She saw something she couldn’t resist

No, mom, you need to rest, please.
   I can’t back down. I need to go, you see.
Mom, just wait a minute.
   No, I have to go now.
   I see the way to my sweetheart, John Clark.


And then she was gone.
It was so sudden. I couldn’t explain it.
She was alert just moments before.
And we all knew it was her sweetheart
calling her home.


This poem can be found in Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take available on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1718836554

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