I have spent much time
living, breathing, feeling
every heartbeat and emotional twang
as the story grew around me.
Now it shall grow no more
like a tree before dying
but its endless leaves and branches
wrap around, and hold me tight.
I watched it unfurl and blossom
but i know now it is at an end
I savor every remaining flavour
and relish the aftertaste.
It is sad to watch a friend fade away
but all things must come to this end.
This story is finished
but mine has yet some way to go.
conclusion is fantastic write to say really mine has yet some way to go..... almost all some way to go.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We must remember that when someone close to us dies, we do not die with them. Yes, it is sad, but the nature of life and death, and nothing we can do to change that. But we can forever hold them in our hearts and souls and honor the part of them that has become us. A sad yet beautiful and tender farewell. Linda