Death Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
Death
what does death really mean?
I still have them in my head
with a lot of question marks
cremation?
funeral?
or simply with spices internally,
and laid out in the mausoleum
God has called him/her?
cardiac arrest?
heart attack?
brain dead?
one just sits in the chair in the cozy living room during the day, and just like that:
dead!
the other is waiting for her son to go shopping together,
he picks her up in his car,
she can't wait for him,
she's lying dead in her rocking chair
while waiting for him,
the other simply falls down in the office elevator
on his way to his office and is killed instantly,
the ambulance came immediately,
nothing more to do, pass!
another was on whatsapp with her son,
finished and after 30 minutes is she dead,
her neighbor would come for coffee,
she called at the door,
no reaction,
she looked through the window,
yes, madam slept well on the couch, the TV was still on,
she picks up her house key, opens the door,
no more pulse,
the neighbor calls her son,
the police and the ambulance came after that,
too late, she is dead after that whatsapp with her son, I think,
instead of drinking coffee with the neighbour,
now dead from heart stagnation,
this neighbour-visitor is of course very shocked!
Still fit 30 minutes earlier and she's alive!
After those 30 minutes, dead on her sofa,
confused, and snuggled under a blanket,
now she's just dead, her heart stops, cardiac arrest,
the heart has given up,
why? !
a lot of people and celebrities are dead in their sleep.
No one by covid-19, but just dead, old and many young too
What does death really mean?
i still have them in my head with a lot of question marks!
God has gifted me with a bunch of wisdom,
now as I am writing this short story-poem
i am still looking for that wisdom
since I still cannot understand
Why do their hearts stop beating
just like that and they are dead!
© Sylvia Frances Chan -
Dutch Poetess and Certified Evangelist
All Rights Reserved
A.D.21-02-21
This poem resonates with me. And I am in the same boat with the great Poetess. A very perceptive poem.Full of thoughts to ponder about.
The next day my brother called at noon and said 'mum is gone'.i was shocked.as for me i would say 'death' is not worth inquiring thanks.God bless be happy take care sorry for not concentrating when i write tq.
Death is better be avoided so we can ask questions about it. Great poem Sylvia!
I tried to send a long message but this stupid Poemhunter deleted it instead of sending it. I'll message you instead.
Life and death are unfathomable. A beautiful poem so wonderfully.written. To my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/5/2024 3:50:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Death is the continuum of life. As we are born by chromosomes splicing so shall those chromosome be dismantled to achieve a cyclic balance. Good poem.