We were tired.
We were asking for traveling mercies.
What was once “not yet” became “come”.
We waited with the Lord.
But we drifted.
We didn’t want to nod off.
She loved to watch us.
So many scenes of cracked light
upon our beds.
Her shadow covered
us as a blanket.
A role reversal,
our silhouettes longing
to rest upon her chest.
Our ears pressed
against her last heartbeat.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
© Gerald Allen Barrett and parentheticallyspeakingin3d, 2012.
Gerald the Writer 
oh jerry…so sorry…i wish your mom could read this…but guess she can as i’m sure they’re having wireless lan in heaven…deep with emotions…loved it..