Did I Live My Life How I Wanted To?
A poem about loss and acceptance.
You stare straight ahead as you take your last breath.
The cheeks that were an ocean of roses slowly become pale and cold as stone.
You fought long and hard, but now you’re asking yourself,
“Did I live my life how I wanted to?”
The walls are the only things that saw it happen,
but when your daughter finds you she just goes numb.
You might not realize this yet, but you were truly loved.
“Did I live my life how I wanted to?”
You’re at the Pearly Gates, standing in front of our Lord Almighty,
on the other side of the gleaming white separator, you see your husband.
He smiles at you, and you quickly remember why you married him.
“Did I live my life how I wanted to?”
Looking down at your family, you see that its your funeral.
Your great granddaughter holds your cold hand and sobs,
as does everybody else.
“Did I live my life how I wanted to?”
You keep asking yourself,
“Did I live my life how I wanted to?”
Looking over your family you realize
Yes, you did.
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