On Tree of Life
Watch myself climb
carefully onto branch
of long-ago other life.
Shaky splayed hands
wrapped around cracked
bark, which still holds
clear sparks of memory.
See her there, woman
I was, curled tightly
on living room sofa.
Afraid to open eyes
see darkness creeping
down to surround her.
Feel hiss of its mist
as it leaned to kiss
her quaking flesh.
Knew in that solitary
moment, no matter
sacred oath, or whatever
fear might hold her,
it was time to leave.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/17/2018
Note: Image is one of my first attempts at digital drawing.
Poem is posted at Waiting on Words: Word for day 17 is branches
https://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com
Soul's Music 
A shattering moment, into the unknown. Yet, you were brave and strong, even though there was fear. Wonderfully written!!
LikeLike
Time to leave, to face her final moments. This makes me think of the end we must all eventually face. Well done!
LikeLike
your tree has all the branches we did not follow and the one we did – something fearful about looking back as well as down
p.s. impressive drawing – soft pen and ink effect
LikeLike
When it’s time, it’s time. It isn’t easy, but it’s so important to nurture ourselves. I appreciate you, and am so glad you are among the searchers. I like your drawing, too.
LikeLike