wake me when it's over.
when
the last breath has been
delivered,
when the body stills,
the heart
recedes
and takes a final
beat.
wake me when
the dust has settled.
the last words
said,
the cross planted
at her head,
then i'll grieve.
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I know you have to write about death but as we get older, that seems a lot closer than it used to be. I hope this is just one of your wonderful poems and not happening to you.
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