She is beautiful
Just lying there
So calm and still
People gather around her
And pray?
They kneel beside her
Softly whispering their chosen words
Careful not to disturb her in anyway
How can she lay so still?
The room gets louder
Filling with tears and cries
Looking at her I remember
The blue dress with the white collar
Her hair warm and brown with caramel colored tresses flowing down her face
Her hands folded as if placed
The prayer book she cherished since childhood between them
The rosary beads grandmother gave her so many years before
Are entangled in her fingers as if in deep prayer
Giving her a glow
A presence, her favorite flowers add the smell of lilac
But, why has she not gotten up to greet her guests?
They are here for her, right?
She is so quiet and still
Why wont she join us?
She is just sleeping?
Right?

Casandra Obrien

 
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