Why Am I Alive? Why Is She Dead? No. 4

29 August 2012 Written by Lois Hjelmstad 2 Comments

The White Horse
(for Ann)

Death comes on a white horse
to carry you away

I see the love in Her eyes as
she lifts you carefully
and cradles you in Her arms

You go willingly, eagerly,
even though you know

you can't come home again

(Excerpted from Fine Black Lines (c) 1993, 2003 Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)

I miss you, Ann.

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Jan Baird Hasak 31-08-2012, 22:25

Oh, Lois, this makes me cry. My mom also went willingly, eagerly. And one of her favorite books was “You Can’t Go Home Again.” How poignant. How touching. Well done! xx

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Lois Hjelmstad 04-09-2012, 11:49

What a lovely serendipity in our words together.

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