Sara Kendrick Poet Sonnet

The Death Angel

Here of late the death angel passed this way
He didn't stop here to call one of us home
The death angel visited far away
'Twas this man from home who inspired this poem

Also a lady about a mile away(as the crow flies)
Died within hours of his life's ending
The man lived a long life had many birthdays
A lady who passed pulled family's heartstrings

She was younger with her death unexpected.
Lying down, never thought this would be last night.
Death angel came and she was appointed
Through the great darkness she saw the bright light

We were given a while longer to live
God called_ age not an anticipative 

Finis'...

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Kathryn Collins April 2, 2013 at 8:09 AM Dear Sara - Yes - it is a more appropriate ending. "age not an an anticipative" "she was appointed" Thank you for the new ending. It has personal meaning for me. xxx's ooo's Kathy

Debbie Duncan March 31, 2013 at 4:53 PM Hi Sara, I like what you did with this, thank you for letting me know you finished it, I posted one called Set yourself free. Happy Easter Sara ;} I'm glad I checked my soupmail ;}

Funom Makama March 31, 2013 at 2:37 AM Wow... You have said it all... Sometimes, the way I see it, we are always accompanied by the Angel of death and the day it embraces us is the day we go to the after Life. I am glad I read this

Lucilla Carrillo March 30, 2013 at 8:32 PM Sara; I'm glad that you finished the poem. No one knows when our time will be up. The death Angel know who He is going to take. Have a wonderful Easter with your family. Lucilla

Debbie Duncan March 28, 2013 at 11:50 PM Hi Sara,,,, I've come to wish you a Happy Easter,,,, I like what you wrote up there. Will you be adding to it ? ;}

Kathryn Collins March 25, 2013 at 7:52 AM And on he goes to find a mark. Unfinished indeed. Beautiful. love, Kathy

Lucilla Carrillo March 24, 2013 at 1:41 PM Sara; that is good that He didn't stop. He knows when our time will come. Are you still going to add more to this poem? Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Funom Makama March 23, 2013 at 9:44 AM beautiful poem, well written. In such a windy and snowy day, reading this piece just completes my relaxation. What a poem!