Enough

It was enough.

Peace had been made
with remaining family;
she had preceded him
years before.

Earthly affairs were
in order.

He had promised her,
that last day,
had put it off.
The tears and words had
finally come.

The preacher had just left,
promising that it was enough.

Jesus and Mary at the deathbed of St Joseph

Jesus and Mary at the deathbed of St Joseph (Photo credit: Lawrence OP)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt to use the last line from a previous poem as the beginning of another. I chose the last line from Serenity Garden.

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2 responses to “Enough

  1. One always hopes for ‘enough’ and is relieved to hear from someone that it really IS.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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