Counting Down Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Counting Down Time



Watching time count itself down to the end, with death standing there, awaiting it's time.
Expecting the obvious, knowing it is always unexpected, yet feeling it anew each time.
Exhausting periods of life when eyes begin to close on earth, soon to reopen on the other side of heaven, no one knowing that you're gone until it's too late.

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This is how it felt when Mom died - not knowing until too late that she had died.
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