A sliver of light
creeps through grey faded eyes
on a face of crepe paper and silk.
Sliver of light
illuminates pink manicured fingernails
extending from hands of worn leather and velvet
no food or water for twenty-seven days
what nourishes a soul
as it transitions from this life to the next?
No cards flowers pictures empty coffee cups
I sit at her bedside in a black folding chair
soothing music plays on the television
I hold the space hope she senses presence
Wonder how the soul leaves the body?
Drift off before the heart stops beating
gather up spirit and shoot out of the crown
linger to protect parts that are cold
only to arrive in the heaven we learned
of in childhood, or might she abandon form,
leaving soul energy to float in a silver sea of spirits,
nurtured by kaleidoscopic light.