Death Is Not The End For M'Lady Ernestine Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Death is not the end.

A ray of sunlight penetrates
the quiet gloom of the sick room
Wherein a dying lady waits.

For death to call impatiently.
She has no fear she is content
To know that soon she will be free.

For ninety years she’s done her best.
To her the sunlight seems to be
A sign that she has passed the test.

The ray of light eventually
illuminates her final smile.
She passes over quietly.

Her empty shell lies peacefully.
Almost as if she slumbered still.
Her spirit soars triumphantly.

Towards the light she hopes to see.
Remaining faithful to the end
She goes ahead confidently.

She has outlived her family
and all her friends are long since dead.
She lived her life successfully.

She lived and died competently
and she passed on with no regrets.
To start a new life hopefully.

Wednesday,30 June 2010
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