Death

What does it feel like
when you come to call?
Will I recognise your face?
Will you be fat or thin or tall?

Will you wear a cloak of darkness
that obscures your face from view?
Will I sense when you are coming?
Will you somehow send a clue?

Will family long passed
wait to welcome me with love?
Will you tell them that I’m coming?
Will they watch me from above?

Will I feel like I am flying?
Will I sink right through the clouds?
Will my babies know I miss them?
Will I always wear my shroud?

Can I have some extra special time
to love and laugh and live?

I’m not ready yet to meet you

I have so much more to give.

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