RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Looking Forward To Death - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Recognizing prospects of death as he lays his cards on
the table before me.
Knowing that he's going to take me in my sleep, no pain,
no struggle at all, just peaceful and serene, taking my
hand, letting me say good bye to family and friends for
a final moment.
Then leaving this world quietly, gently, unlike when I
was born, crying.
Looking forward to my demise, knowing that the intense
quiet and stillness awaits in heaven's gardens.
Beautiful and enticing, looking forward to seeing and
smelling scents of blue roses in heaven, not for just
a moment, but forever.
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