Last Breath
poem by:
Stephen Westerland
Written
on Jul 21, 2016
My time has come I’m losing my breath I’m due for a visit From the angel of death But do not be sad Remember my life The joy that we shared As husband and wife The sad times the fun times The moments that last I’ll always be with you Future present and past So do not be upset And please do not grieve My body is going But my spirit will never leave. I’ve loved you always I am yours you are mine So my spirit will be with you Until the end of time. I love you. ©Stephen.R.Westerland
Tags: sad, love, faith, deep, hope,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Well written poem.
Stephen Westerland
commented:
Thank you Christopher.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Bittersweet and beautiful, hope the angel of death is is visiting elsewhere!
Frank Hornby .
commented on Feb 09, 2018 at 4:58pm
...we all eventually take that last breath.........we all will experience the finality of death................or is it final?.............a moving poem....
