“Why are you smiling?” she asked as she leaned over the casket of
what used to be our brother. A blue, cold, breathless body
in a room of utter despair.
“Because,” I said. “Knowing that it all ends,
is what has given it meaning.”
The Ghost of Almost
“Why are you smiling?” she asked as she leaned over the casket of
what used to be our brother. A blue, cold, breathless body
in a room of utter despair.
“Because,” I said. “Knowing that it all ends,
is what has given it meaning.”
Life Scribbles 
That would be a great way of dealing with death, after all, it’s something we ALL have to face, at one time or another in our separate live, well written indeed!
Thanks. I was thinking about my grandfather’s funeral versus my grandma’s, who passed first. My grandfather’s was much more like this poem!! thanks for reading. xoxo