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Her Greatest Adventure

She said it would be her greatest adventure yet
She bore the anguish and suffering meant to get
Her to the dock of her departure
To her place on an unknown beyond shore, 
I sat beside her while she quietly suffered without
A word of complaint until she slowly drifted away
With a long lumbering sigh.
Her greatest adventure was to die.

Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021

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Jenna Logan Date: 1/16/2021 12:29:00 AM Your comparison of death being a journey, a voyage to the unknown is quality poetry. I admire your skill at creating such a scene. Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 1/16/2021 8:21:00 AM Thank you, Jenna. I appreciate it.

Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/15/2021 8:37:00 PM This is such a testament to the adventure of death. Wow. Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 1/15/2021 8:46:00 PM Thanks, Caren. I made the journey with her, but I couldn't leave the shore.

J. Summers Date: 1/15/2021 8:09:00 PM I've known some who looked on death as an adventure. Unfortunately, getting up to the departure gate can be most trying. This is such a good line, "She bore the anguish and suffering meant to get Her to the dock of her departure." Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 1/15/2021 8:45:00 PM J., she did, indeed. Never shed a tear or complained during her year-long siege with cancer. She had always said death was her greatest adventure, and she bravely sailed on.