THE DAY I DIE or A Sweet Time to Go

THE DAY I DIE

or

A Sweet Time to Go

Like sitting by the

open window

on a warm Spring day;

Like sipping my

most delicious

homemade

early morning

mocha;

Like hearing the

caw-caw-cawing

of distant crow calls

and the pungent

aroma of lilacs;

I offer my final

conscious

breath.

I bid goodbye to

this lifetime;

I thank all

the memories

and melodies,

messes and

messages

accrued

during

my short visit.

I inhale it all,

I exhale it all.

Stillness and peace

cloak me

in Divine Love.

One final

breath away.

HLE- 5/23/15

Wauconda