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A strange harbinger must give warning of her arrival
Not from ages of yore like prophets in the Bible
A call sent by the wire or placed from outside the fence
We still choose the date and the hour at one's convenience
Abrasive necessity may just be enough
For the others, falling apart, to feel the rough
Duties almost her job, rubbing them the wrong way
Appearing casual as any business day
Wiping her feet, good guest, but we assume blood stains
Have marred her soles, prepared for the stench that remains
But she is no murderer,no, is not hiding
May not even see Death or linger long after tidings
Delivered before memory lapse or denial
Would rob us of the beginnings of this trial
Our prayers are not answered by polite knock and smile
This a grin so vacant, no feelings may abound
That, we understand, is empty, but why the sound?
Do not nearly all who gather here still exist?
After she gently swooped down right into our midst
Meet they who leave in such haste the door stands ajar
Meet they who also from here do not live too far
How will she react once nemesis is revealed
Now meet they that must also stay and will not yield
For they know she must come if she can change one's plight
Perhaps never could sans their invaluable insight
To proper wants and needs of the not-yet-deceased
And no one blames them (Making them blameless or she?)
Through the motions no one speaks truly what is on their mind
And though she may return at another appointed time
She will no longer be a harbinger, nor another
For the one she does not yet call mother
- by jimvansage |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/17/2009 |
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- Title: Strange Harbinger
- Artist: jimvansage
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Description:
Written this past July.
A lot of emoticons coming to terms with my mother-in-law's battle with cancer.
Rest in Peace Billie. - Date: 11/17/2009
- Tags: strange harbinger mother death
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