With His Death Came My Life Poem by Elizabeth Middleton

My feet stop at his, my body feeling as cold as his was growing.

Too late to stop it, mortality was claiming the life it had given him, but as his soul left, it declared his eternal wings to my being.

More intimate than words of life, or love, can express, I experienced the adventures of a boy from birth, to tragic death. I realized all I had missed in my own life, and all that would go to waste it I didn't allow him to fly. It was then that I comprehended the true meaning of Life.