There was such a tenderness 

In the beating of her heart

But, such a terrible wailing 

To go unheard 

Her hand lay open & empty 

Her eyes

Mostly closed

A smile could occasionally flicker

Like the flame of a candle 

Dancing before it becomes smoke.

 

On that last night 

When the rain poured

And the moon hid

Her hand slowly closed

Her cheeks dimpled with smiles 

And, somewhere, 

Softly out of focus

His smile shone

The morning dew trickling rivulets 

Down his face

To become a puddle

Where grandchildren would splash 

And reflections 

would gently ripple

for generations