Ode to Irene
I visited you yesterday, I held your hand.Kira Braun
It was so very warm, while you breathed and slept.
Your sleep was troubled, breathing laboured,
Yet your face looked peaceful.
A long life, and now, waiting for the end.
Recalling your voice, the same one as your mother's,
And knowing I will not hear you say Kirlchen again.
Recalling your kindness, and your belief..
I hope that you will meet Him soon.
A beautiful lady, who shared her talents
And gave selflessly to others,
Hands weary with work,
But still soft to the touch.
A nurse, a musician, a missionary...
You served your Country,
Always with a song in your heart.
Sleep dear Auntie, and slip away when the time is right.
I will keep your song in my heart.