A Death Will Come

every single time you

can see the struggles

and how she can barely

get from there to here

walking hunched over

slowly making her way

her health obviously

now in full decline

as she keeps her lungs

in a can on wheels

rolling along behind her

.

and a death will come

to her just as it will for

all of us

.

after her many years of

wrongs and debts owed

she’s nearly become my

friend for the first time

as I can finally see in

her some redeeming

quality or someone

worth spending time with

.

though that death will come

and I wonder when it does

who will be there to mourn

will I be there among

many or among only a few

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on February 29, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Wow! Impactful and important. How many of us have had or will have to deal with this dilemma. Can we dig up the level of forgiveness or at least graciousness required?

    • Thank you, Karen! 🙂 Sometimes it helps to put everything aside, let forgiveness wait and first just take the time to talk to someone and get inside their head a little. If we can do that, we can learn so much and forgiveness may come next.

  2. Depending on the length and sometimes even for a short time into a relationship the morning has to do with quality of that relationship. We will never know until that person passes.

    • Thank you! 🙂 That brings to mind the old saying, “You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.” Sure, there are people we don’t like and who don’t like us and those relationships can’t be mended but sometimes it’s possible to find enough common ground that some part of the relationship can be repaired.

  3. Beautiful poem John:) liked first two lines to its core

  4. Quite poignant. I wish I could be there to hold my mom’s hand when she goes.

  5. Lovely and impactful poem!

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