March 3, 2017
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is death.
Today’s poem is about the beauty of accompanying someone to the brink of death.
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She died soon after many years of pain,
A remnant of the person she once was.
Yet in the days of peace before her death
We shared a pleasure brief but undismayed.
How strange is time! The precious days so slow
Passed like a sunset seeming without end,
Agonizing in its aching beauty,
Distillate of joy before the darkness.
She was the single parent of three sons,
Leaving them just past the door to manhood,
Herself not old, still ripe with postponed passion,
Never now to know again its treasure.
But love was like a dancer in those days,
Filling every moment with its grace,
An evanescent feeling, yes, but present
As sunlight on a green and open field;
A love that felt just like the pith of being,
Naked and alone, but unashamed,
Knowing with the certainty of sorrow
That life is no more rich than at its end.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/shedie.html. For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html .
This week’s theme: Death
February 27: One Night I Saw Aaron
February 28: I Wish That I Could Bring You to the Lord
March 2: Life Is Beautiful, My ChildMarch 3: She Died Soon After Many Years of Pain