Imagining Dying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding along in a morning darkness,
watching taillights and headlights going
the opposite way and streetlights with
large halos.
Relaxing, tired, eyes half-way closed
peering through my bifocals, watching
taillights with double vision, seeing
four on every car.
Looking into my mind, it's curious
imagination, wondering as I sit here in
a passenger seat beside my son, who's
driving, what if I just sit here looking
at lights as we go traveling down the
highway,51.
Then quietly, expiring, doing what I've
always loved to do.
Silently seeing halos shining light
around me, as angels gather and welcome
me to heaven.