And when our lives come to an end
What will our thoughts be then?
What will we think, what will we feel
Would we want our lives again?
Will we be at peace, or be at rest?
Or never want to go
To say goodbye to earthly life
And all that we do know
My mother reached across the void
Crossing her world to mine
She entered my dream
To speak to me
She carried a message
Reminding me
To live a life
More honorable –
Just as she taught
I will believe
In rainbows and roses
And kittens and snowdrops
In silhouette poses
And golden sunflowers
I will believe
That no one can hinder
True joy and laughter
That cruelty and war
And man’s quest for power
Is tied to this world
This natural form
I will believe
That all pain will pass
In a life ever after.
I lost myself
A long time ago
I look around
To see a void
Where is the child I was
The girl I knew?
Buried beneath pain
And death –
Suffocated
I dreamt of my mother. She was alive – just been missing awhile. She came back, to a world that had changed.
My mother, why did you go? Leaving me young and alone? Facing the future, struggles unknown.
I dream and I pray. For my mother who cared. But after I wake, the dreams fade and die.
Life is short
It’s passing every day
With every breath
Time is carrying it away
So live your life
And dream your dreams
For this brief day
Will never be again
Dead bees and green trees
Burning heat and blue seas
Joys and sorrows intertwined
Death and life – expanding skies
My mother never made it to fifty. She passed a few days before she turned 45. I am not there yet, but will be soon (a few short years). What would I do differently if I only had till then? I guess a big thing is, I would stop sweating the small stuff. Being discontent. Just enjoy each day. Be kinder and less self-absorbed.
And if I am spared to see fifty, I will plan a holiday. And then enjoy it!
For a short while
We have breath
Our hearts beat
We feel
We love
We hurt
We cry
For one short while only
Before our breath
Stops.
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