You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
I couldn’t help but ask
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.
That makes sense MBM. I’m sure I don’t give credit enough to what I’ve been ‘taught’. But when this feeling hits….it’s one of those things that I can’t explain. It gives me comfort when other thoughts of it might cause despair.
I can relate. I’m not afraid of going, but I want to be sure all will be well with those I leave behind. I wouldn’t want my kids to grow up motherless. Or for my daughters to have their first babies without me there to help. Other than that, fair game! 😉
Exactly! I used to be so scared to pass before my children were grown. I used to write letters and hide them in case something happened, BEGGING the world to be kind.
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Exactly.
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Sleeping At Last; Lyrics
“Saturn”
You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.
I couldn’t help but ask
For you to say it all again.
I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen.
I’d give anything to hear
You say it one more time,
That the universe was made
Just to be seen by my eyes.
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Carole knew. 💙
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❤️
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I was struck by that same thought recently. We are but a mist…
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It just comes over me quickly Sheri. And leaves quickly.
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For me, those moments are an amalgamation of things I was taught growing up and what I’ve experienced since, MBC.
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That makes sense MBM. I’m sure I don’t give credit enough to what I’ve been ‘taught’. But when this feeling hits….it’s one of those things that I can’t explain. It gives me comfort when other thoughts of it might cause despair.
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But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
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The first time I read that I was standing on a beach in Ireland, Inch Beach to be exact. 🙂
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A good place to do anything at all, but especially to read poetry, and dream!
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A very good place for that 🙂
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Have you ever been jealous when you pass by a cemetery
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Not jealous, but I do love cemeteries. Very much.
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Exquisite post. Thank you.
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Thank you dear Ann.
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I can relate. I’m not afraid of going, but I want to be sure all will be well with those I leave behind. I wouldn’t want my kids to grow up motherless. Or for my daughters to have their first babies without me there to help. Other than that, fair game! 😉
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Exactly! I used to be so scared to pass before my children were grown. I used to write letters and hide them in case something happened, BEGGING the world to be kind.
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Awh…
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