Touched By The Wind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wavering in the future, being touched by the winds of
change, not wanting, yet, to commence a journey into
light.

Huddled with family, feeling the close sadness at my
demise.

Touching gently, my soul to theirs, awaiting final
preparations so they can let me go.

Whatever their needs, I will wait yet a while, so
they may be comforted, their arms and hearts opened
wide to let me live in happiness beyond them.