Died in '09,
They cried & I did whine,
After that I cut off my family cold,
Inside I was then & am now still cold,
This of and by myself I’ve been told,
Through life we live as best we can till we’re old…
Learning as we go, trying to grow,
Our world changing from childhood,
To that day we fully & finally accept adulthood,
But really is this something that of it, I should…
I hate it when death leers at me. ;-) Good thoughts. My condolences for your death in 2009. I followed you in 2012. But it was a rather pleasant experience that I'm sure the drugs made so palatable. I remember eating well and not having any trouble breathing the whole time. Didn't fear anything except boredom for being in the hospital so long.
Hey, death will just be another experience and then bring on the the next phase which is...............we can only tell of the phases that we know. Pull me in, Ed! I'm getting too deep!!!!
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Peace love and light
Amber
Always,
Deborah
and lied until he died.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane