Final Request

Sometimes It's been hard for me, to look death in the face;
Not knowing how long I have until I leave this place.
But as time closes in, there are things you should know;
I'm now at peace with myself, and I know where I'll go.
Don't feel sorry for me, for what is in store;
I'll have no more pain, and at last I'll soar.
You are so much more, than just my friend;
You have a life to live, and your pain will mend.
It must be hard for you to see me this way;
Not knowing how to act, or even what to say.
My request is for your love, and your openess;
Don't let this disease, take away our closeness.
Don't be scared to let loose how you feel;
It's God's given way, to help us heal.
Don't mourn for me, when I am dead;
For me, the happiest times lie ahead.
When your memories of me, show that you care;
Listen to the sea, Part of me will be there.

By Lori A. Goldensoph © 2001 All rights reserved.