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Death Coming (I)
And here I am again,
staring death in the face
Blessed that I can stand
Grateful, I was saved
But death is near
I hear her in the wind
Perhaps she is here
The perfect moment, she is waiting
Death Coming (II)
The journey continues
we're on the last road
I know with the moon
Now hiding in the clouds
He'll fly to a new world
A little delayed
He waited for his girl
So, together they could pray
The angels,now singing
but reaper must bring him
Danielle Corona Photography ©
(Jerash, Jordan 2014)
About Poem:
I wrote these two poems at the hospital while sitting next to my grandfather's side in his last hours. I was the last person in the family to see him and was the only person to be there at his hour of death. I am thankful he waited for me and know he is watching over us alongside his parents. Rest in peace Juan Manuel Corona.
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