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Before It Happens

In the end

By Lakena McQueenPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 1 min read
Before It Happens
Photo by Phinehas Adams on Unsplash

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

love poems

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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