As She Slumbers
The room is eerily quiet,
The sound of her breathing amplified,
As I lie motionless, listening;
Feeling helpless and anxious.
Her heart beats out of rhythm,
Struggling to untangle memories,
That keeps her tethered to this life,
Lost in the shadow of the life she once knew.
I wonder if she ever dreams,
Of helium balloons and music,
Past lovers and birthing her children,
Or the many sunsets of her youth.
Rain drops pound against the window,
As heavy as a sledge hammer against cement.
She straightens her arm before bending it again,
As if she is conjuring up music one last time.
I wish I could just hold her,
Instead I pray quietly so she won’t hear.
I rise and gently touch her wrinkled face,
As I smooth the tangle of hair that is her halo.
© Dianna Doles Petry