Lovely Way To Die / Second Chances

Rating: 4.9

What a lovely way to die
In the arms of the one who loves you
Some must die alone; No lie
For they have no one to hold onto.

Young love hopes to live forever
Far from them are thoughts of death.
And are they prepared? No, never
When they draw their final breath.

Please remember her in beauty
When across your mind she dances.
Life goes on; you did your duty
Know that love gives second chances.

Friday, October 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: immortality,life and death,love,memories,second chance love,youth
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I lost a beloved fiance' to cancer, and unfortunately he was far away and I did not get to hold him when he died.
A poem by another member called 'Forever Young' touched me so much, that I wrote this in reply.
Another inspiration for my poem was poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning's death in the arms of her husband, poet Robert Browning. Her last word before dying was, 'Beautiful', attributed to a glimpse into the afterlife.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
A B Faniki 14 September 2019

Poetice un rhye and rhythme and I love the flow of words great qrite dear poet

1 0 Reply
Practicing Poetess 14 September 2019

Thank you, AB, for reading my poem, and for your comment! : -)

0 0 Reply
Roxanne Dubarry 15 February 2019

Cancer is a heartless thief depriving us of our loved ones. But I am thankful you are commemorating her memory and Elizabeth Barrtett Browing's final memories of his beloved spouse.

1 0 Reply
Practicing Poetess 15 February 2019

Thank you, Roxanne. One of my famous lines is 'Cancer is like staring death in the face'- - If the cancer doesn't kill a person, they nearly feel as though the treatment might! But if one must die, it is far preferable to die being held by someone who loves you. The Brownings are amongst my favourite poets!

0 0 Reply
Richard Wlodarski 26 December 2018

Wow! What an excellent and moving poem. And it must have been therapeutic for you. I witnessed firsthand the deaths of both my parents. And the only way that I was able to deal with the grief was by writing poetry. My sincerest condolences.

1 0 Reply
Practicing Poetess 27 December 2018

Thank you, Richard. Writing is frequently a method by which poets process their emotions, in traumatic situations. But you knew that already!

0 0 Reply
Kevin Patrick 30 November 2018

Taken pain and sorrow, and turning it into art is what the best of the human spirit is capable of, I am sorry for the tragedy that occurred to you, nothing can be said to make that kind of pain disappear, however art like this is rewarding for all of us. We should never die alone, poetry like this ensures we are not alone.

1 0 Reply
Practicing Poetess 30 November 2018

Kevin, your beautifully expressed comments are a blessing to me. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and appreciate my work! We are indeed not alone- - We are in the company of incredible fellow-poets!

0 0 Reply
Dr Dillip K Swain 20 November 2018

Young love hopes to live forever.....this very line is the epitome of this magnificent piece of poetry! (10)

1 0 Reply
Practicing Poetess 20 November 2018

Thank you so much, Dr. Swain, for taking the time to read and rate! : -)

0 0 Reply