oh I'd love to tape your memories angel .. xxxx ...
I used to visit and was invited to years ago sit with
angels that were alone and read to them .. + my poetry .. ...
She Knew She Was Dying ..
I sat reading to an old old lady
Poetry from my file~
And she rested in a half thinking sleep
But listening all the while~
She moved over a little and glanced at me
And whispered in a little voice~
I know that I am dying .. But
I want you to know that's its my choice~
But .. She said I will miss the sunsets
The oceans on a cloudy day~
I will miss the Australian deserts wide
And my leafy walk just out back here by the way~
I will miss the birds that fly and sing
And all the spring blossom and the flowers too~
I ll miss the moon when its full and yellow
And Terry she said I ll miss the likes of you~
Mountains tall and hills so green
Valleys long and narrow~
Music .. She said .. Oh I ll miss music
And my flowers out there in that old wheel barrow~
I ll miss poetry
And life as its been for me on earth~
And I will miss the children too
But where I'm going has far greater worth~