Abekah With (A) Few Seconds Left...... [a Serene Scene Of A Dying Poet; Inspired By Abekah Emmanuel; 'Fantasy'; Short] Poem by Bri Edwards

I gaze upon a loving poet-son-father,
who wishes that none of you bother ….
to waste your time mourning his death.
It was the last wish on his poetic-breath.

He’s had a good run at life, enjoyed it well,
and is now on his way to where? NOT Hell.
Hell no! He shall receive his “reward” IF …
a reward is given to each and every “stiff”….
who trudged life’s pathways, spreading joy ….
to multitudes he met (adult, girl, OR boy) .

The light is dim, but his face does shine …
with a radiance which is really most divine*.
His breathing is shallow but not distressed.
I’m ready to comfort him till his final rest ….
comes.

He does not speak but he points his finger …
to the PC monitor on which his eyes do linger.
It is in the computer he has photos of you,
AND lots of fine poems on PoemHunter too.

Before his speaking ceased this last hour,
all he had to say was positive; none was dour.
So, you should honour his wishes and NOT be sad.
DON’T shed tears. [Well ONE wouldn’t be so bad! ]
He hopes you WON’T feel his passing is a “loss”.
Perhaps his next stop is “up there”….., with the “Boss”.

(August 21, 2015)