This poem grabbed me. I wasn’t thinking about Death, but the beauty of the words — the possibility of it — captured my imagination today.
We all will face Death, one day — some of us sooner than others — but how we face it, how we accept it or fight it, can be as important as how we live on the way there.
Death is scary. It isn’t something I want to do, any time soon — I have grandchildren to watch grow up, great-grandchildren to welcome many years from now — but when it comes, it would be nice to think it would be like this poem. Nice to think that those I’ve loved and lost were welcomed to the Other Side in so gentle and beautiful a fashion.
If Death Were a Woman
I’d want her to come for me smelling of cinnamon
wearing bright cotton purple maybe hot pink
a red bandana in her hair She’d bring
good coffee papaya juice bouquet of sea grass
saltine crackers and a lottery ticket We’d dip
our fingers into moist pouches of lady’s slippers
crouch down to see how cabbage feel when wind
bumps against them in the garden We’d walk
through Martin’s woods find the old house
its crumbling foundation strung with honeysuckle vines
and in the front yard a surprise jonquils
turning the air yellow glistening and ripe
still blooming for a gardener long gone
We’d head for the beach wearing strings of shells
around our left ankles laugh at their ticking
sounds the measured beat that comes with dancing
on hard-packed sand the applause of ocean and gulls
She’d play ocarina songs to a moon almost full
and I’d sing off-key We’d glide and swoop
become confetti of leaf fall all wings
floating on small whirlwinds never once dreading
the heart-silenced drop And when it was time
she would not bathe me Instead we’d scrub the porch
pour leftover water on flowers stand a long time
in sun and silence then holding hands
we’d post for pictures in the last light
That was lovely. 🙂 I hope you and your sister are well and warm.
Incredibly moving and beautiful, Barbara, thank you! ❤
Wow! such an amazing poem, it took me along with it 🙂 very much enjoyed! Thanks for sharing..
I have always been afraid of death. This poem speaks to my heart and alleviates some of those fears. Thank you 🙂
It is the belief of many people that we simply go back to the cosmic consciousness. Have you read ” The Five People You Will Meet in Heaven?” or “The First Phone Call From Heaven?” They possibly will help you. Hugs, Barbara
So precious Barbara, thank you for sharing.
A positive spin on an ominous subject. xo