From Death to Paradise

The 700 thread count sheets
brush my cheek
I’m tucked in so tight
My breathing is shallow,
my heart beating faintly,
while my mind thinks
toward the lack of tomorrow
The perspiration beads my brow
My eyes water in trepidation
Memories of my family go by
with sorrow thinking of how
they might recover from the
loss of me
My ribs pain this fading soul
with every indrawn breeze
and my lips crack
as if from the lack
of liquid even though
it is pressed to them
frequently
A lone tear ekes from my lid
as all pain from my chest is released
and as if into an embrace
my spirit is raised
into the warmth of heaven above
With a glance back
I can see the sorrow
my leaving has left behind,
but I know they will move on
into their lives beyond
with the thought
of me
held, cherished
in mind