Death is not the end For M'lady Helen W.

Poem in triplets

Death is not the end.

 

A ray of sunlight penetrates

 the quiet gloom of the sick room

Wherein a dying lady waits.

 

For death to call impatiently.

She has no fear she is content

To know that soon she will be free.

 

For ninety years she’s done her best.

To her the sunlight seems to be

A sign that she has passed the test.

 

The ray of light eventually

 illuminates her final smile.

She passes over quietly.

 

Her empty shell lies peacefully.

Almost as if she slumbered still.

Her spirit soars triumphantly.

 

Towards the light she hopes to see.

Remaining faithful to the end

She goes ahead confidently.

 

She has outlived her family

 and all her friends are long since dead.

She lived her life successfully.

 

She lived and died competently

 and she passed on with no regrets.

To start a new life hopefully.

 

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

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Reviews

[Colleen]

A positive outlook on a much feared and misunderstood subject...I think you've managed to open many closed minds :)

[Removed Account]

This was so sweet i really love this. It is comforting.

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loved it, no end, just another beginning.

[Jola]

Death is not the end of the road to which we go ... hope for a better life ...
Beautiful epitaph ...

[alternative_be]

To me this is how death should be for everyone: as you describe it in your poem, natural, almost beautiful and a transition to a new life ...