If This Were My Last Moment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking deeply of this fragrant life that has been lived
to the fullest in spite of the pain it has given.

Desiring nothing more from it, praying for the ending of
it's blessed sorrow.

Knowing nothing can stop the ending of anyone's future
death.

Catering to rhythms of incessant crying, living closer to
marble headstones than ever before.

Regretting not a thing, taking everything I have been and
giving it to you here in this final poem of love.

Asking for the presence of some roses to place upon my
grave and a prayer to take me to heavenly realms where
my soul will exist in the beauty of spacious gardens for
an eternity.