I thought about death lately.
Not the impending demise of me,
but it hovered close to one so dear.
I stood there, helpless in my inability
to spill the right words needed.
A blessed journey into that good night;
raging against her dying light!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
*** Death seems to take whichever holiday it wishes, having ruined for me, two Christmases, two New Years Celebrations, an Easter and this past Memorial Day (she left us mentally then, she had passed last Tuesday), and probably any holiday hereafter. I understand Dylan Thomas’ rage, sadly all too well.