Deathbed

Playing the waiting game
Life passed like the candle flame
Hardly remember my name
What was I saying?
At the end it’s love that mattered
My body’s torn and tattered
Love is all that mattered
Flashbacks of moments gone
Memories of the early dawn
I wait and yawn
Knowing I too will be gone


Maria Velazco

I enjoy reading amazing books, hiking, hugs, instrumental music, heart to heart conversations, and life.

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