Words by Jaidyn Vanderlaan
In loving memory of Wendi Vanderlaan
her chest rose,
His pen dropped,
her air escaped,
His story completed
faded ink
on page 53
spelling out
The End
desperate for spare words
i collapsed at His feet
begged for another
chapter, pleaded for one
more page
confident books aren’t
meant to end so soon
my tears soaked
the pages of her life
He took my hand
yet His pen lay
still. His air released
my breath revived,
His plan poured out,
my story continued
