S A U D A D E || POETRY

Slumber

In her bed, a slumber deep and long,

A sleeping beauty, where Cancer's song.

A melody of pain and strife,

That slowly took her life, a gentle rife.

Her eyes, once bright as morning sun,

Now dimmed with tears, and a heart undone.

Her laughter, silenced by the night,

A whispered goodbye, without a fight.

In her bed, she lay so still,

A fragile flower, crushed by life's will.

Her body weak, her spirit strong,

But Cancer's grip, a hold so long.

I remember days, when she'd run free,

With laughter echoing, wild and carefree.

But now, in silence, I hear her sigh,

A soft whisper, as her breath says goodbye.

Her hair, once golden, now pale and bright,

A crown of suffering, in the dark of night.

Her skin, once smooth, now rough and worn,

A testament to the battle she'd scorn.

In her bed, she lay so still,

A sleeping beauty, where Cancer's will.

Her final weeks, a slow decline,

A goodbye whispered, in a gentle line.

But even in death, her love remains,

A bittersweet solace that soothes my pains.

In her passing, I've come to know,

That life is precious, and time is slow.

In her bed, she lay so still,

A sleeping beauty, where Cancer's will.

I'll hold her close, in memories of old,

And cherish the laughter, that our hearts once told.