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