Ester Prudlo

Let It Be A Dance

On damp mornings as I count Arthritic joints
I know that neither burial or cremation is going to hurt,
That I won't notice it as the heartbreaking undertaker smashes around in my chest.
Now that the minutes are so long and the years so short,
I hold tight to life, but I am courting death.

Death's attraction is a slow dance,
'Getting to Know You' one step at a time, until the body is sure.
No extreme procedures.
With multiple forgettings
The senses fade.
I can't hear you now.
I see more clearly without the cataracts.
Food may be the last of small pleasures.
Bring on the hot sauce!

When it's time, let me waltz away in the arms of death,
Breathing slowly and deeply.
No wires, no tubes, no ticking machines.

Let me feel the rhythm until the last beat-
fade into the welcoming dark.

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 8, 2008

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  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (12/9/2008 5:27:00 AM)

    This is a very philosophical poem. I can really relate to it. Well done! Karin Anderson

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  • Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (12/9/2008 5:26:00 AM)

    This is a very philosophical poem. I can really relate to it. Well done! Karin Anderson

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  • Cheryl Lynn Moyer-peeleCheryl Lynn Moyer-peele (12/8/2008 11:16:00 PM)

    Ester -

    This is the opposite position from,
    'Don't go quietly into the night.'
    Eventually enough is enough.
    And we all do want to choose when it is our time.

    Thank you for sharing this. It is very expressive and well written.

    Blessings - Cheryl

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