She rose at the break of day

To a different reality

Her children were

No longer her own

She saw them small

She saw them grown

As she hovered above

The busy crowd of humanity

Buzzing around her bedside

She watched them

With a strange detachment

As they tried to resuscitate

What had already passed

Her own body…

Like a mannequin

Laid out before her

Peaceful and empty

She hovered for a moment

As her mother cried her tears

For her brief years

For her sons left behind…

Then she moved on

In her journey

To greet the dawn.

For Kelly

[Edited 8/19/11 6:43am]

-I like to read this one very much.

-Makes me feel wanting for more.