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“It’s time,” she said,
Slowly gasping for each breath.
“Time for me to cross the Jordan.”
She held my hand
With a cold, loose grip,
As if she were showing me
It was time to let go.

Tears began rolling down my cheek.
I tried to speak.
Mouth trembling.
Hands trembling.
Heart trembling.
“I love you.” 
Suddenly, a perfect peace
Appeared in her eyes.
I held her hand,
Watching as she dipped her foot
In the cold waters of the river,
Crossing home to her eternal
Promised Land.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012.
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