My mother told me that God would always be my closest friend in life. In February 1998 she passed away. Remembering those words, I wrote this poem several months later. Mom has gone to be with her friend.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Poems about Death
God Was Your Closest Friend
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I knew you were hurting although you wouldn’t cry, And could see you were suffering, see the pain in your eye I wanted to comfort you, to hold you, be with you that day, You looked so helpless and frail while in bed you did lay. I watched as you shivered from a new pain, And wondered how I might have handled the same. I wanted to scream, to shout, and to yell, You said you were fine although your skin was so pale. I knew in my heart your time was near end, And wished I could take you, your body to mend. I knew that soon God would be your closest friend, You told me many times that’s how it would end. I stood there watching as each breath came slow, And fought to find courage, my emotions were low. I promised you when the time came that I’d not cry, You never saw my eyes wet, always they were dry. I held your hand as I silently said goodbye, And knew in my heart that soon you would die. I stroked your forehead and said how I loved you, You nodded and smiled and I knew that you knew. I no longer care, my tears I can’t hide, And as I stood there waiting for death by your side. I knew then that God was your closest friend, You had told me many times that’s how it would end. |
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