The Calling

by Pauline Harley
(Dublin Ireland)

As she lies on her deathbed
Fearing the end
She calls for her mother
She hopes it’s her they will send
As she glances at the doorway across her bedroom
She hopes her mother will be standing there soon
She’ll call her again for a second or third time
“Mother can you hear me for I’m starting to decline”
She slowly falling into deep slumber once more
“Mother I am ready will you come to my door
My life is here is ending my time is no more
My body's a shell my soul once thrived in
Come and take me with you for my new life to begin”

As she tries with great effort to raise her head up
She slowly turns for just one final look
There stands her mother as real as can be
An apparition or spirit call it whatever it will be
As she reaches out to take her mother’s gentle hand
The room now becomes this distant faraway land
See the beautiful rainbow near the bridge past those trees
Together we will go there to walk in the breeze
As she takes one more look at her lifeless shell on the bed
Images from her past life come flooding through her head
Beautiful memories of many times she once had
Some blissfully happy some terribly sad
“Come now” says her mother your time has been well spent
Whatever did happen was whatever was meant.