If you are reading this… it means I am dead.
Know that I was not an old man,
Simply a rapidly ageing one.
Out of control, I bumped into a disease
I wasn’t yet ready to meet and greet.
Yet became my constant companion.
A part of my life as true as the love
I hold for all of you, my dear ones.
Time then caught up with me quickly.
Still you tried not to notice,
The deep creases on my forehead
The new tremors of my hands
The sickly spots on my face
The last strands of my crown
The slowed pace of my stroll
There was so much to do and see.
Give my daughters to their husbands,
Play with my future grandchildren,
Hold my wife taking in our empty nest,
Prepare for a future just for us again.
Maybe buy a caravan to go places
Other than the hospital two miles away.
Know that I was just an aged body,
A young spirit not ready to leave.
But I saw my son coming to get me –
The one I held only for few moments
Before lowering him six feet under.
He gave me the strength to let go,
And wisdom to keep looking after you..
I witnessed a young man succumbing to health problems at the hospital. He lives on through his wife and two young daughters. Maybe I am trying to capture his thoughts… Abhra has us writing letters at dVerse. Head over to read a few more.