Last Cry

Blanche’s Last Cry
© Rhyme Child 10/17/2004

She was crying, painfully, for the past two long nights and days
Like a death song coming out of the deep darkness, she cried
And cried...
Like nothing she could relate...

She was breathing hard
And yet hardly breathing
struggling to hang on for another breath
Another, only weaker, when it came...
Then later, another, yet weaker...
Tears poured down her distorted face...
while she began to drop her little head sideways...
In her Moma’s arms and tears

Tears poured down Judy’s distorted face,
stroking still gently along Blanche’s curled-up still-warm torso...
In her soft arms
In her quiet breake-down...
a longest moment before the end comes
One that will ever last and never rest.

And the evening rolls on while
she cried...
And cried...
In her Moma’s arms and tears
Like nothing she can relate...