sacred silence

I have not needed to keep busy.
I am compelled to silence; watching her, watching birds.

I have sat day after day in her presence~
attending her needs, bearing witness to the slow
release of word and bodily function.
It has been 2 days since she said my name.

I am not searching for answers in the silence.
I hear no wisdom,
nor words of comfort.

I have very little to say now,
having said all that matters.
I choose not to reminisce in her presence~
we know what good we have done.

I choose, rather, to simply be;
with her and near her,
waiting in sacred silence for what
I wish would never come.