Her hair hung down in ashen curls,
on skin all snowy white.
Hazel eyes adorned her face,
her collar buttoned tight.
A rosary wrapped around her hands,
on which countless prayers were raised,
a gift from Mom, to a little girl,
that lasted all her days.
The fret and worry all is gone.
It’s all so simple now.
No more hurting, no more pain,
upon her furrowed brow.
I stood and watched her one last breath,
her eyes turned cold and gray.
The doctor shut them one last time,
for life had slipped away.
But then I saw her standing there
with a smile both warm and bright,
as the girl that I first loved,
at once regained her sight.
The waiting it was over now,
she was on the other side.
Now the day had finally come,
when again I’d hold my bride.
She ran to me, arms open wide,
and clutched me to her heart,
with love that lasted all our lives
no matter how far apart.