When I Die... Poem by Margot Leison

My strength slowly slips in slight movements
As time ticks turning the clocks small hands
Slowly, it gets harder to breathe
Slowly, I realise that
My final hours have come.

What would this have not given
To hear some more of the world I leave behind?
What would I have not given to hear my heartbeats, for a little more,
Until I close my eyes for eternity

You stand by my deathbed
You stare at my heaving chest, dumbfounded
Tears rolling down your pretty face
As you clutch my hand
You don't want to say goodbye.


I will not be able to greet you at any more events
I would not be able to hear your bubbly laugh any more
I would love to see you dearly again
Oh! But my eyes would not see your beauty any more

So don't weep at my bed, sweetheart
So don't redden your face on my account, dearest
So don't let me feel distress or pain, fair child,
Lest that face be carved into my memories as I go onto eternity


I want to wipe those salty tears
Coming from your heart's deepest trench
But my hand cannot move, by my own will
So honey, do dry that tear stained face!

All I can do, is clutch your hand
As I move onto another journey into another world
So dry your tears, sweet lass, as you sit by my bed,
As I say my farewell, when I go on a journey to the unknown.


My heart pumps slower, as time ticks on
Until my body feels numb,
My hand weakens, as you clutch it even hard,
As I shut my eyes, for the last time,
I try to smile, but I can't
So just dry your tears and stay by my side
As I fall asleep,
For the last time, with you.