She knew she was dying
and she wasn’t afraid.
She didn’t struggle with the knowing,
it would come when it would.
She accepted it along with
the heart that would cease its beating
just long enough to dim her vision
before resuming its erratic pace and pauses.
She would stumble sometimes
as the universe would spin around her
turning stars into
She’d laugh along with everyone
at her utter lack of grace
although she carried plenty of it
She forgave swiftly and completely
every injury she took
from another soul,
her heart growing larger and softer
as her body became thinner
and lost strength.
Time was precious to her
so she freed herself
from all that was dark and angry.
She surrounded herself with beauty;
she gave herself the gift of
When she felt the tingling
in her fingertips during those times when
her heart was too tired to push
that last little distance,
she’d catch herself touching flowers
wanting to remember the feel of them
The rain moved her to tears
and it gave her solace to know that creation
was weeping on her behalf
for her one year