Ladyjewels

Tag: Death

  • Our Snow White Rose.

    Author: ladyjewel

    She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
    The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.

    Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
    Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.

    Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.

    Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.

    Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013

  • For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.

    Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed?

    They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?
    Why is she crying so much, I am ok now the hurt is gone and now I can breath without that nasty tube they put inside me, its ok mom you don’t have to worry about me any more, Dad is here to fetch me, he said he would come back later when you were ready to let me go, and now I feel ready, can you let me go now mom, he said the angels are waiting to play with me in heaven, there are lots of little angels there.

    God’s newest angel floats down and sits on her moms lap, takes her moms face in both hands and kisses her tears away, smiles at her Dad standing waiting and takes his hand, as they leave she knows mom will be ok later because dad told her