We Count Life's Breath

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet, last year’s death toll amassed far too much grief. We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets. Lost my loud and crazy best friend, Yvette, we had just spoken. I’m still in disbelief. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet. Aunt Queeny and Cousin John met June’s debt with weariness and time stretched not so brief. We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets. Shakespearian Sawyer ended his verve, met unending anguish from Issac’s unborn sleep. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, yet. Five more red curtain calls left us bereft, Mom’s Song of Farewell brought lasting relief. We count life’s breaths with terminal regrets. Casket palls placed, welcome new life, netting God’s comfort for the kin and the deceased. What does not kill you makes you stronger, yet, we count life’s breaths with terminal regrets.