i forgot about dying.
i walk through day to day life living
i forget it exists
as it insists on claiming
everyone of us.
my mother and father
sadly, one day will not be here
and, God willing, if I am here
will have to give them a proper farewell.
tears streaming
hearts beaming love
and aching love
and hurting love
and loving love
for the opportunity.
i forget about dying sometimes
i've never touched it or smelled it or felt it and have yet to taste it
i wonder is it bitter or is it sweet
...or both.
goodbye's are bittersweet
wanting them here, but knowing they're there
happy
...i hope
on to better things
...i hope
on to the better place
...i hope
and pray and hope that life can return
to the same undisturbed, unconscious living
i remember so well.
forgetting about dying
until it strikes again
forgetting about death
until my tears are streaming again
my heart beaming again
with love and hurt
and love and pain
and love and love.
i forgot about dying
until i realized
i was waiting
and i remembered my home... |
Submission Name: forgotten reality
