Don't You Cry for MeA Poem by Christina May ShanabergWritten for my late cousin, Mary Root, who faced her death with great courage and a desire to move on!DON'T YOU CRY FOR ME
I raised my head, from my death-bed, Though I could but barely see; They had taken my specs away; I swiped away the tears, you had shed; Oh, Hon, don't you cry for me; All men are ordained to pass this way; This is a time for me to move on And you must release me to another place; Wish me well, in the world where I'm going; My love for you will never be gone And you have memories of my face; What I've reaped, I will be sowing; I will take a piece of you with me, 'Cause your love is branded upon my soul; It's time to wipe my earthly slate clean And become what I shall, now, be; Don't linger long 'round my coffin's hole; Let's just pray, my new existence is serene.
© 2010 Christina May ShanabergAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorChristina May ShanabergMount Vernon, OHAboutI am a former member of North Shore Writers' Guild in Willoughby OH. I have had numerous poems published and letters. I am, currently, working on a screen play that I hope will interest my cousin-in.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|