The Wind Song Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

The Wind Song



The wind chimes have always been my favorite.
That tinkling that fills the house when the wind blows...
It's like a song that was written by Mother Nature-
Her masterpiece, and only one instrument is needed to play it.

I put a rocking chair on the porch.
On sunny days I like to sit outside
Feeling the sun warm my skin
While I listen to the earth's singsong

I learned a long time ago,
Back when the cancer was diagnosed,
That we all need to focus on the little things.

The smell of the wildflowers in spring.
The joys of the summer heat and of children's laughter.
The way the sun looks through an autumn leaf.
The beauty in remembering that snow days aren't just for kids.

'Two weeks, ' the doctor told me, 'maybe more, maybe less.'
I fought the good fight, and although I am dying, I won.
I learned to love myself and everyone around me unconditionally.
I learned that death is really just the ending of a song-of my song.

And they'll take me away when the wind dies down
And the tinkling of these old wind chimes ceases to fill my ears.

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