Beauty in Death

Death is beautiful

The long stories of one's life

She was eighty two 

Twenty grandkids

Found the love of her life

At twenty seven 

Everyone loved her 

Had a great big family

Many holidays with family

Her life seemed perfect 

Full of love 

Then you have the sad 

But, beautiful stories

She was sixteen 

Alone, sad, and hopeless

Her home life was bad

Always loved the wrong people

Heart shattered, mind lost 

She had people that loved her 

But, it was too late 

She already hated herself

So, she disappeared in bright red colors 

Finally free from all her pain

                             She found freedom....

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

Nice write Madison. So many are terrified with the thought of death, yet when one thinks about it. Most people have more misery in their lives than they do Happiness. The Buddha said to his disciples that life is mostly suffering, and this is so true. Most of us have so much fear in their lives. but they are still very much in fear of death. I watch nature and notice that everything goes round in circles, which suggest is the same as consciousness. Life goes on forever only the body and mind die. I liked your attitude on this ladies death, my time will come in the not too distant future. I see myself fading out with joy in my heart in the same way I live my life. I enjoyed your poem, my friend...Peter

[MadisonJR]

Thank you so much!

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's all about living like you were dying - so the song goes. Death certainly brings it all into perspective, and it is up to us to get the most out of every day. The contrast between your stories is striking, and I love how you implicated the color red for her freedom from pain. Nice to meet you, Madison!

[MadisonJR]

Thank you so much! It's nice to meet you too! I'm so glad that people actually read my stuff.