Going Home

She was on her death bed
It was almost her time to go
She stood
But was told to rest
She saw something she couldn’t resist

No, mom, you need to rest, please.
   I can’t back down. I need to go, you see.
Mom, just wait a minute.
   No, I have to go now.
   I see the way to my sweetheart, John Clark.


And then she was gone.
It was so sudden. I couldn’t explain it.
She was alert just moments before.
And we all knew it was her sweetheart
calling her home.


This poem can be found in Coffee Shop Sessions: Whatever It Takes, Even If It Doesn’t Take available on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1718836554

The Last Goodbye

Resting his knee,
he holds his face
to bury his sobs
as she is laid to rest

We hold hands
as I gently squeeze
knowing too well
this may be our last embrace

Feeling his warmth,
his mighty strong hands,
he held us together
when she left this land

It’s only one slip away
before you’re gone too soon

On the drive home,
our last goodbye became true

The Raging Heart

The very machine that gives life
could easily take mine away

The piercing from exhaustion
punctures my living, my breathing

Every bodily function is affected
as I reach my hand towards the pulsing and thumping
racing through my chest

I don’t want this to be how I end
I can’t let them see me this way
I hold on tight to life as my chest tightens

I sit,
I breathe,
and I let it pass

For this too shall pass