Looking Forward
Looking forward, suddenly,
I see my own mortality, How can I not?
I watch the breath of life slip away slowly,
clearly showing nothing here has meaning
other than life and love and faith.
I know my best friend, my companion, my heart’s life
has meaning and purpose which I don’t understand.
The impact on so many lives leaves a mark on the heart
of outspoken advice and love and guidance
to those she knew.
She is/was a gentle spirit, an innocent soul,
a simplistic heart.
Looking forward,
her spirit sings the song of life,
her soul weeps at its sorrows,
her life lives on with tenacity,
waiting for the moment it is called home.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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