What will you see right before you die?
Perhaps;
A hummingbird hovering outside your window?
A sailboat in a distant harbor?
An airplane high above?
A vase of red tulips by your hospital bed?
The face of a priest whispering prayers in your ear?
Tears running down your spouse's cheeks?
A yellow harvest moon?
Twin-Suns in a cloudless sky?
Your long-dead parents beckoning?
Angels dancing in your mind's eye?
The Radiant Face of God?
Nothingness?
As you fade away
ROTMS
(In Memory of Ken Lissy)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem