If Death Were a Woman


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.

Namaste,

Barbara

 

 

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If Death Were a Woman

–Ellen Kort

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

 

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7 thoughts on “If Death Were a Woman

  1. Jackie Saulmon Ramirez says:

    That was lovely. 🙂 I hope you and your sister are well and warm.

  2. Heartafire says:

    Incredibly moving and beautiful, Barbara, thank you! ❤

  3. Wow! such an amazing poem, it took me along with it 🙂 very much enjoyed! Thanks for sharing..

  4. Amy says:

    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

  5. Lucid Gypsy says:

    So precious Barbara, thank you for sharing.

  6. D.G.Kaye says:

    A positive spin on an ominous subject. xo

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