Death had a moment with me
When I thought it would set free
The mother of my other brother,
Not the one of yet another.
But as sweet life gave her breath,
My natural mother escaped her death.
Raised her hand and touched my cheek.
Said death had came and gave a peek.
As it left, it whispered, “Life,”
“You’re a mother and a wife.”
Looked at me with happy tears.
Death has eased my deepest fears.
Moment of a test and trail.
Life had won with mother’s smile.

4-17-1995 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: assignment from Creative Writing Class, Spring 1995
Taught by E.N.