At The End

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At The End

 

Eyes twinkling brightly

Arms holding on tightly

Pictures shared together

Memories lasting forever

Laughter ringing merrily

Silence audible barely

Days ending quickly

You growing sickly

Love always strong

Something going wrong

Side by side

Arms stretched wide

Weaker by the day

Don’t go away

Tears slowing down

New hospital gown

Comprehension sinking in

Where to begin

Breathing fading fast

Treasuring the past

Eternally best friends

Life finally ends.

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TheLastCowboy commented on At The End

08-22-2012

"Memories lasting forever" wow I love how you take it through life to the hospital to death.

Qualin commented on At The End

05-15-2011

SOUNDS LIKE LIFE JUST BEGAN (ETERNAL) MEMORIES NEVER NEVER GO AWAY,LEARN FROM LOVE EXPRESSD AND CHARISHED THERE WILL NEVER BE AN END...THANKS FOR THE WRITE ...QUALIN

HarverTomsson commented on At The End

11-16-2010

Thought bringing gloom Dark, dying room Better one's own Farewell at home Priceless last kiss Starts forever miss And so life goes, just slipping away. Love stays behind. Wow, you nailed this one. Harv

jamie7121f

08/06/2011

Thank you!! I was inspired by watching my great grandmother leave us last year. It was hard but she was ready and had a very full life.

lunamarie commented on At The End

10-28-2010

Dear Jamie, ... Unbelievable poetry! ... (standing ovation) ...............

jamie7121f

10/29/2010

Thank you!!!! It reminded me of several people when I wrote it. I lost my brother when he was 17 and my great grandmother last year. I think it can apply to the love of any family member or loved one though depending on the reader.

Olan01 commented on At The End

10-26-2010

I was not there when my best friend from college passed, but I spoke to him near the end. He could not speak back for he had throat cancer. Though 2000 miles away the nurse called me to tell me of his passing-- friends for enterity. Love, peace and freedom, Olan.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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