Graziella’s Grace”

“Graziella’s Grace”

I watched her sleeping high upon,
a mattress floating in the air
The sunlight flickered on her brow,
and scent of rose was everywhere

I can not tell how long I stayed,
as she drew in each shallow breath
Or what I may have done for her,
as she was in the sight of death

I do not know if I revealed,
that which was on my tongue to say
Or, from within my grateful heart,
I shared with her my love that day

I listened as the clock struck twelve,
which moved me then to take her hand-
I held it gently as I wept,
and tried my best to understand

How woman once so spirited,
and wise beyond all others wise
Would soon be but a memory,
of one beloved and idolized

I do remember standing there,
my eyes fixed on her peaceful face
For never had I ever seen,
someone dying with such grace