If Death comes calling in colorful spring.
I hope it will come in the month of May. When our garden is filled with fragrant blooms .
That you have tended in your caring way.
Marigold and China Rose with their sweet faces.
Look up to agapanthus lofty height.
Each bloom as diverse as we are humans, Each offers beauty to my love’s delight.
Please don’t come in summer when school is out,
Time with our grandchildren I cherish so. I can’t think of ruining their fun time
I’m pleading, in summer, don’t make me go.
The times that we share at the pool or parks Is precious to me as watching them grow.
They fill my heart with such laughter and joy I feel their love too…I’m letting you know.
The times that we share at the pool or parks .
Is precious to me as watching them grow. They fill my heart with such laughter and joy.
I feel their love too…I’m letting you know. Oh Death, come in autumn, my favored time.
When green leaves turn scarlet, orange and gold.
My eyes feast on beauty of changing trees,
Grateful for my seasons of growing old. Autumn transcends my soul’s true endeavors.
To leave with you poetic words, my mate.
My legacy…to our generations.
As we must all accept
Death as our fate.
In winter, a time of quiet and rest…
When reflections of past mirror our views .
And we watch as our life spreads before us If it’s time to leave,
I wish I could choose.
However Death, should you come in winter,
When the Earth like my hair is bathed in white,
I’d embrace your visit in my winter .
To dwell forever in God’s divine light.