Freedom Poem by Michelle Brummell

Through deaths eyes
a long journey has passed
your life is ended
and your last breath alas
the fire in your heart
wears thin as you grow older
but when you die
it will not turn to smolder
others will remember you
for the good things you did
and others for the bad
but you must remember
all the wonderful times you had
with your last breath
and feeling of warmth within your heart
lay your head upon soft freedom
i will miss you for your kind ness on my part

{ okay this one only took me about three minutes needs alot of work though hey: ] }