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at the end
to have even a stranger
hold his hand, close his eyes
fold his arms over his chest
and say a simple prayer
not to die alone
at the end
to catch the white light
without the weight of solitude
to dry her eyes, to calm her fear
to light a last candle together
not to die alone
at the end
to speak of my far away family
to dream aloud of angels
to believe life was worth it, leaving no trace
except a stranger remembering my voice
not to die alone
at the end
to have someone mourn
look fondly at a photograph
in an album or on the wall
a tombstone engraved with love
not to die alone
. . .
Author’s Note: A class discussion – If you could only have one thing.
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This may be one of the most powerful pieces you’ve written, Bobbie. It reaches to emotions deep, deep inside and touches places that many fear to explore. Absolutely wonderful. Loved it.
Paul
Thank you, Paul. Much later after this discussion, I wondered what of their comments might be attributed to fear, and how much nothing more than the want to be loved. Surely there is no greater measure of our days than to know we are loved. My prayer each day of this special season is that none of these (none of us) wonder – that the proof of life (we are not alone) is always only a memory away. ~ Love, B
I agree with papabear. This is a very powerful poem.
Thank you, my dear sweet Stephen. You warm my heart. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Author’s Note brings up questions…, would this “thing” be something that i could hold in my hand? Or in my mind? Or in my heart?
Actually, there were no constraints. However, I will admit that there were a few responses that didn’t make the writing. 🙂 Addiction sometimes steals your sense of truth. ~ B
You always touch us with your treasures, and deep inside they will surely stay, so priceless is your sharing heart, which within will always stay. So when the end time find its way, to park itself by the door, know that a beautiful poem will come, to enhance ones memory of you for sure! Bobbie I lost a few people who were important the last couple of weeks. When you care about those you meet and come to spiritually love, there will be some to always beautifully paint a picture of their special endearing spirit that they came to enjoy in their lives. There sometimes seems that many have nothing to say about some, maybe they did not take the time to know them, but life is short, so we should enjoy living for the precious moments of each day. Absolutely beautiful Bobbie! Hugs and blessings always.
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