Helen

for my best friend, and for helen.

Count me in with a quote.

"but im not sad cause shes gonna die,
im sad cause of how much im gonna miss her.
cause truthfully, dieing is the way for her.
My mom told me something really special to me, it made me cry.
that when my grandma goes to heaven , 
there will be no wheel chair , shell walk in"

The foundation of death
Is nothing other than the recolation of reality and emotion
It isn't death itself that arouses our tears
It's the idea that we won't see that special person anymore
They'll no longer be sitting in that chair, waiting
Or in some cases, lying in that hospital bed
It's memory
"In Living Memory Of..."
That has reasoning behind it
But in the end, all that really matters
Is the love we profess to our loved ones during LIFE
And when DEATH arrives, we have no regrets
This isn't a regular poem for me
The vocabulary is stiff, and the flow is uncertain
But what does that all matter when it comes to death?
There is beauty in death, and that'd enough to make this one count
There is beauty in death, because she'll walk in.

 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Acceptance of death as an inevitabilty is not so hard If you look at it positively. A step through the portal away from pain and disabilty and rebirth into a new form A pretty fair exchange I would say