You Can Close Your Eyes
At the end
we lay close on the pine floorboards,
a final resting place,
his hand on my chest,
listening to the last few beats of my heart,
waiting for the sun to turn black.
His eyes are closed,
he hums a soft hymn,
his peace made with God.
Mine is not so easily found.
My fingers trace my small swollen belly
filled with new life that won’t live.
My eyes are open, ready
to look God in his.