Phengphang
Crossed the mountains fleeing
with her children and her husband
fell and got up in the dark.
By the time I knew her
her oldest spoke some English.
Left some notes and on one day
her mother's last request.
A real bath.
A soak in the tub with water
warm water
unlike a refugee's cold night of fear.
I carried her.
Featherlight
the day before she died.
Lowered gently
she almost floated
Smiled.
I wasn't there when she crossed either mountain.
One hand I missed holding.
One hand I still miss.
by
Debbie G.
Member since:
July 16, 2006 Not forgotten
August 18, 2009 12:56 PM UTC
(Updated: August 18, 2009 06:43 PM UTC)
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Comments: 44
Hugs and blessings - S.
You reach out and bestow love
To those who have suffered and
Give their life the dignity they deserve.
Good to see you here on gather. I've had no extra time lately.