I wrote this after my second heart attack, it made me take stock of myselfand that when I relized I am not afraid to die and do not think people should be sad I believe in a better place.
A Broken Heart
It has a hold of me is what they say,
A disease that numbers my days.
I am not afraid to go,
Although a little sad,
To leave behind,
All that I have.
Don’t cry for me, But rejoice
I know now,
I’ll hear his voice
I look down on you ,
With arms open wide,
One to protect,
The other to guide
My greatest wish,
Is to see,
All that you accomplish,
Without me.
I will be at peace ,
Seeing all you do,
Knowing that I had a hand,
In raising you.
Beautiful write my friend...for one way to view death is the beginning of our eternal life...this is a great testimony for others.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 22, 2006
Beautiful poetry a very collective revelation and reflective versing in this one.... For your child...... It is good to not fear death and only knowing the ending allows one this peace with the qabsence from those we love for awhile.
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.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Wonderful............
Light & peace,
Joselyn