GRIEF Poem: Speak Your Last Words To Me, by Andrea Yñíguez

Speak your last words to me
I’ll carry them—nestled in.
I’ll have them ring right in the ear
As if you were right here with me.

I’ll tuck your feet where you sleep—
Pat dry your tears
And draw wayward crosses on above your eyes,
Just like you did to me.

Place your hands with mine fiercely between the chest.
And hold like gold your foreign breath.
Just like the comforting care
Of the mother of a mother.

Across the sea if so it may be,
Having met several different strangers,
Biding with a dancing tongue to keep up appearances,
Speak your last words to me—
I’ll remember them.

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