Before It Happens
In the end
My cupped hands could not contain the time we had left
Though only a little
Our time knew the cracks and crevasses of my hands and yours
It was like water
Collecting at the backside of our hands and dripping from the rounded part of our knuckles
I wanted to take in as much of this time as possible
Creating memories that would later hydrate my tears as moments I could never forget
before it falls away
Descending like rain drops from cloud
Or your body… as it’s gently lowered into ground byway of casket
The time we had left
Moments to be cherished and say farewell with
Hopefully your soul rises up like that great man, Gods only begotten Son
And we will meet again
Doing life over
In a world that has known no sin
With Our ancestors
Who will be our Brothers, sisters and friend
I know that in life there is death
That in love there is pain
In holding on there is letting go
And in me there is you
Always
About the Creator
Lakena McQueen
So I’m a poet and I believe in God. But life still be life-ing. So this is how I deal. I’m revamping my page with new posts. Hopefully you appreciate/see/enjoy the growth.
And that’s all folks! Well that and those pieces of mine :)

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