Poem about Death
Cold, frightened, alone,
Strange hands holding me,
Sounds of unfamiliar voices,
Strange instruments surround me.
At last, I feel warm and safe,
Loving arms holding me,
Sounds of loving voices,
Soft teddy bears all around.
Quickly growing with loving memories,
Making friends and discovering myself,
Clearing the way for my own path,
Not knowing what the path may bring.
Older now, with my own family,
Loving with all that I am,
Enjoying everyone around me,
Happy with the path I chose.
Even older now, I see a wrinkle,
My children have children of their own,
They come to see me with an abundance of love,
Happiness is my essence.
Breathing harder now, my body is weak,
Loved ones all around me shedding tears,
Confusion, where am I, what's going on,
You're in the hospital they tell me lovingly.
Cold, frightened, alone,
Strange hands touching me,
Sounds of unfamiliar voices,
Strange instruments all around.