When I Died
My soul was body-shaped still when I died.
I looked the same as I had that same day
though no one saw me when I slipped away!
I do recall my sisters as they cried.
I hung around them so their words I'd hear.
The veil becomes quite thin when one is dead!
I heard a lot of funny things they said.
They could not hear me laugh though I was near.
With some things said I did not quite agree!
Such things though do not matter any more.
I felt such charity inside me swell.
If they could truly know pain fled from me!
If I were visible, I’d take the floor
and say to them, “Grieve not, dear friends. All’s well.”
April 19, 2023
for the I Died Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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