Did she know,
setting the empty bottles
on the stoop,
or later, reading the daily
while sipping first morning tea?
Did she have an inclining
as she dropped a letter in the post,
stopped to chat with an old friend,
then hurried home from the shops
to get out of the rain?
And later,
returning from Judo,
as she gave into sudden malaise
and lay down on the bed,
pausing before tending to dinner,
did she know this was the end?
(I wrote this thinking of my Grandmother on her last day, and of course, contemplating my own demise. I post it here in light of the anniversary of 9/11. Do any of us know? And does it matter? Death leaves so many unanswered questions in its wake.)
Poetry gives us a place to hold these kinds of questions. Thank you for sharing your thoughtful words.
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Thank you, Ali.
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beautifully crafted, and a poignant reflection…
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Thanks so much!
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I love how you crafted this poem. As I read, I kept wondering what it was that she didn’t know was going to happen. The suspense ended with such a tender reminder of this reality. Lovely poem on many different levels, V.J.
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Thanks so much, LuAnne. I was hoping it would have this effect.
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Well said!
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Thanks Liz
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Thus, the reason to enjoy the journey and not be concerned with the destination. Of course, easier said than done. ❤️
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Absolutely on both accounts, lol.
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I found myself holding my breath as I was reading this, wanting “to know.”
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Oh good – thank you!
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Very touching! Good not to know I guess…
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I suppose… thanks for reading.
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I suppose most of us don’t. This is a lovely poem, that certainly leaves the reader pondering. Her last day sounded, so normal, and pleasant. I think I’d be okay with that.
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Her day was so ordinary. I received her last letter a week later. Thank you.
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Than must have been hard receiving the letter.
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Bittersweet. At least I still had something from her that felt very much alive.
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I Think it’s important to. Live everyday life as if it’s our last because life really is aa blessing ❤️
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Yes, it is Elaine.
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Probably not! What you describe here just happens. Very sad, but the way I would like to go!
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Me too, actually.
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Beautiful poem, and thought-provoking … re self, loved ones. I hope I can remain curious about these matters right up to my final breath. What matters (to me and I think for me) is not fearing death. I know better than to think I’ll be “ready” to go …
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So true. Thanks Jazz.
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Beautiful–it touches my heart especially on this day, as it is my late wife’s birthday.
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SO sorry to hear of your loss. I know you can relate. Thanks.
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