Poems ✍️

She’s dying.
She’s had two heart attacks,
they say the third, the fatal one,
could come at any time.

But she’s on her feet or sitting,
talking of things different.

Her husband - his love already
has taken him beyond grief – smiles, says,
she’s somewhere between earth and heaven..

but I’m awed by her. She shines.
So this is just a hint of what
an angel is. A whiteness in the air
around her; she’s like a young girl,
yet beyond life, and yet again,
younger than a life; unsullied.

She’s somewhere, not between earth and heaven,
but somewhere where earth and heaven
meet, share their secret, know they’re one.

She smiles towards me;
she's just – a presence.