RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Final Moments - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Our lives are coming to a close, final moments must be
preciously treasured and shared with each other.
Arguments must cease to exist, as well as yelling and
It does no good, it serves no purpose, it only hurts
and maims our love for one another.
Hurtful anger pushed aside so we may find the good in
each other before we die.
Our lives together have served their purpose and holding
hands we walk and talk to edges of sandy shores, awaiting
our time to be washed out with the tides of life.
Able now to count the seconds and minutes we have left in
the palms of our withered hands.
Haggard with age, tired of daily living, together we rest
in the arms of God until He takes us with Him.
Echoes of childish laughter following us through the years,
watching our children grow up and become parents like
we once did.
Pleasure taken in little restful increments, solemnly saved
for lonely days ahead, when nothing will be heard except the
ticking of our hearts beating to the rhythm of the clock in
the hall, counting down our time towards heaven.
Cuddled precariously in each other's arms, wondering which
one of us will leave the other first.
Enjoying with sadness the little time we have left together.
Recollecting our childhood's and many years together, we
soon will go our separate ways, leaving behind our children,
who will one day repeat our lonely mission on their way to
death and heaven.
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