DEATH MY HEART DO TAKE
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A poem written at 14 years old inspired by my ailing Grandmother. I heard her repeatedly saying Mom, I am coming home. Her heavenly home.
What is it like to sit and wait
Your only dream to die
When you are living beyond your fate
You bow your head and cry
Some people scorn at dying
They say death please don't come
But when you are old in need of rest
You need a peaceful home
Death is beauty death is sweet
It comforts you so dear
So when the darkness before you come
You need not shed a tear
The tears once from your wrinkled face
Will altogether soon depart
When death and you embrace
Loneliness will be but in the past
Your dream will be fulfilled
No more loneliness sorrow and hurt
Which carried you through those last years
Death is a new beginning
It sometimes justifies the means
For when you are old and lonely
You may welcome death in
Copyright © Willette Harmon | Year Posted 2024
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