It has been months and years in coming.
It is feared, yet anticipated.
Now I see it and wonder,
Why am I so afraid?
A strange fear.
I accept it.
Hold it in my heart.
My children cry.
So do my grandchildren.
Why?
If there’s a beginning,
So too must there be an end.
They are young.
I am old.
They will learn what
I already know.
Life is beautiful.
Strangely,
So is death.
Things begin to fade.
I feel as if my heart should be pounding.
It has no strength left.
My lungs struggle to breath.
They are old.
My body is weak.
It hurts.
My mind,
Feeble so long,
Seems to gain sharpness.
I’m light.
At last
I’m free!