Saturday, January 26, 2008

Death Coma (a poem)

Death Coma

My mother—three days she lay in a coma
(lapsed into a death unconsciousness), before she died.
Her death was as she would have had fashioned it.
If she had a poetic last breath, or one of
some philosophical meaning, it was this:
“I am ready, I’m not afraid—,
would you like to live like this?”
Thus, somehow she made her peace
and found her quest!

#2182 1-26-2008

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