There's really a poem here 
 
This is a poem I wrote last night for my mom's aunt. She was a very amazing lady; a very encouraging and loving Christian. Her funeral was today, and this was just my way of sort of getting out my emotions/giving her a tribute.


If God loved you
How did you become such a fragment, a tatter?
Once I was young and you held me
Exclaimed over my coos, tickled and poked this tiny baby

Yet the last time--there you were.
Once viborous, shaking not with age but life
Then so quickly your skin ripened like aged parchment
The wrinkles became not signs of care but scars of weakness
The hands that fed and nurtured, now only well enough to draw the blankets inward
Conserve warmth.

Were you cold?
Tired as your life chord modulated uneasily into an out of tune diminished?
Did you fear
Weep for they forced to "get over" you?
Or did you only have ears for your Savior?
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."
I hope He has given you that
But now you've seen Him
Pain isn't on your mind.
The ache of tiredness less than a distraction
You've given it all up to Him now
Your sorrow, your frustration, your bitterness
Your life
And He's taken it all, swallowed it
Returned to you what none of your good deeds could earn.

Did He say it--"Well done"? Yes.
Did it make the anguish worth bearing?

What anguish?