Death: A Sestina

So many years have seemed to fade Blurry memories of the past I revisit you in my mind, dwelling upon your face Now, wrinkles take over, and skin hangs over your bones As death conquers you and your body And you slowly become put to rest God, you know we are blest to be left with the rest Of what we have but soon too will fade We will only have a memory of skeletons from the body We knew as young and agile from the past. The sickness spreads through her bones Silent tears roll down our ghostly pale face Why does death seem so hard to face? We at last will be at rest There will be no need for bones There will be no pain as we slowly fade We look for answers in the past But we look at the retreating soul that is trapped in an age worn body Our desire, our love, our mother, her body Leaves no emotion in her face What we have come to know has past In God we believed she is finally at rest Peace, rest assured, your love will never fade away. But how long must we think about your old bones? Through her skin, I can feel her bones I can see her deteriorating body struggle to slowly fade. I can see the slight smile on her face As we say our Good-bye’s and put her to rest We look at photos and remember the past It’s no use looking and dwelling in the past We’ll remember more than her cancer worn bones Hopefully our hearts will be put to rest As we remember the woman who once had this body We’ll remember the expressions on her face But now, they seem to fade People will fade, they will become out past The indention of her face, outlined her bones The life worn body had an angelic face