Nineteen years

A poem to a women's husband, as she is on her deathbed. But looking at this idea from a different aspect. She is writing as if she is already dead. (Stud M. Note Book) :)

I'm writing this for future reassurance

I have loved and been loved

I hear the sirens whisper in my ear

and with a smile I fall without a tear

Waiting for me to open my eyes

I watch you from by your side

My soul has passed, and is far gone

And my memories are calling you home

The sun is still burning bright

But your heart isn’t light

And I sing in your dreams

And you remember my words

Is this the life you dreamt it to be

Walking alone down by the Oceanside

The ocean filled with tears you cried

I’ve never gone to the world beyond

Waiting for you all these years to come

Nineteen years ago I died

You read this poem every night

Our children have all grown and gone

Physically you’re all alone

Mentally it’s time to go home

You look into the sun as it begins to expand

When out of the sun appears my hand

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Well, there is some sadness in this but a blissful honesty. And I think that it would be something fitting the last moments, if planned. But all in all, very good.

[highthought]

when the roots of the tree is strong
love will be spread all around
our life will have a taste
which we will give
a new flavor everyday