Some might say, No age at all.
but you did it with alacrity.
long fair well to malignancy.
for transport, me leaving chemo,..
What have we become? Old? Never!
Love you, Babe. See you.
dialysis - time to let go.
But you also never got that far.
as you've always longed to.
and forever 57. No age at all.
Tells a story. Sad but with a sense of elation somehow.
no age at all, when we fall, as we must life seems unjust. Age but a number that become frail holding up the bodies that fair well not.
Such powerful honesty, acceptance and encapturing imagery, Thanks for sharing.
As always, it's poignant without being sentimental, and I love the way you mix the realist images of the hospital with the spiritual visions of a departing soul. Lovely Bee.
Thanks Mark. Glad it wasn't sentimental.
This is just lovely. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Thanks for reading it, Jean.
Thank you for the cherries.
Loved those lines Bee, they were so full of emotion and reminded me that the body is just a vehicle for the soul, and the soul goes on forever.
Beautifully written with attention to detail.
Really pleased those lines worked.