It’s hard to catch sleep
Thinking of the child
In my mind.
But of course
She has outgrown
Her infant years.
She has ended
Forty two years
Of a life
With her brand
Of heroism.
I think of her now
Lifeless on a cold cement
Waiting for her father and son
To claim her
And share
A last hug.
It is strange
That I will go home
With her body reduced to ashes
Before we fly home.
I like to recall
The child in my mind
Frolicking on innocence
With not a hint of a grim ending
Ahead of her.
I like the innocence
In my daughter’s eyes.
I like the angelic face
I treasured
When life was young
If, carefree.
I will soon see
What’s left of her angelic face
When I see her cold body
Lying on the cement floor.
It is belated fond goodbye
It is farewell to arms
It is final curtain call
For the child
In my mind.