3 years ago500+ Views
What happens when those you love are dying.
As I sit with her
and stroke her head,
even though there's
so much left unsaid;
you can feel, see and touch it;
that celestial retrofit.
Something wonderful it seems,
rides these radiant moonbeams.
While she is dying,
her most beautiful parts,
are fast amplifying,
and attaching our hearts.
A transfer is made
of all her attributes.
The heavens are grayed,
as god redistributes.
I’ve discovered how it works.
She will not really die;
all the love and all the quirks,
lives in my eternal ‘I’.
Even when something beloved, be it a pet or a person, passes on from us, we have those memories and moments. You express those beautifully
3 years ago·Reply
We're never really left behind, not really. Not alone, anyways. We always have that spirit and those memories :)
3 years ago·Reply
Thank you greggr and ensemble
3 years ago·Reply