The day I lost a dear grandmother in Christ I wrote this poem sorting my feelings. My letter, a letter I planned to write and send her a month ago, I had finally wrote it only a day before. It lay on the table stamped. Don’t waste time taking things and people for granted. We just do not know.
Don’t let my death be the reason
you want to speak to me now.
What was once for granted
can’t be given nohow.
Don’t let my death be the reason
you want to meet up.
There were open schedules before.
Now an empty plate and cup.
Don’t let my death be the reason
you desire to call.
Many hours slipped through,
priority walked the hall.
Don’t let my death be the reason
now you send a letter.
Instead of appreciation,
a broken spirit weathered.
Don’t let my death be the reason,
you pray to God in regret.
Take the lesson learned,
and promise not to forget.
Don’t wait until life passes
to tell the ones you love.
The things they need to hear.
The truth from up above.
Don’t wait until life passes,
for death to make you realize.
Our life is but a vapor
something we can’t rationalize.
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