The Final Goodbye - Written By Kristie Townsend
5 July 2012 at 21:27
ITS TIME
This is it
The end of the line
I knew that the day would eventually come
When I got that call, it was time
The Can of Worms opened
The fear, The pain -
and all other unexpected emotions provoked
On the stench of death I nearly choked
Who do I now share with?
Who will hear my grief?
How will I ever heal?
on my own again Is my belief
I will see you in The Summerland
I will say Goodbye for now, Hold you tight
Share with you precious final moments
no matter who argues, whatever the fight
My regrets are plenty
my memories few
but at least I can say
that I do have some with you
This is my final line to you
My chance to lay to rest the past
I feel grief, sad and blue and also
as though I always came last
by Kristie Townsend (04.04.07)
Written in memory of My maternal Grandma, Kath Ledwith who passed away the day before. She suffered a very long, painful, agonising passing, May Her Un-tamed and Unconventional spirit now be at peace, free to roam, free from pain, free from the many hardships she encountered on the earthly plane. May the Goddess Love and Guide you Nana. Love you *** (P.S. I miss your Trifles!)
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
The Final Goodbye - Written By Kristie Townsend
5 July 2012 at 21:27
ITS TIME
This is it
The end of the line
I knew that the day would eventually come
When I got that call, it was time
The Can of Worms opened
The fear, The pain -
and all other unexpected emotions provoked
On the stench of death I nearly choked
Who do I now share with?
Who will hear my grief?
How will I ever heal?
on my own again Is my belief
I will see you in The Summerland
I will say Goodbye for now, Hold you tight
Share with you precious final moments
no matter who argues, whatever the fight
My regrets are plenty
my memories few
but at least I can say
that I do have some with you
This is my final line to you
My chance to lay to rest the past
I feel grief, sad and blue and also
as though I always came last
by Kristie Townsend (04.04.07)
Written in memory of My maternal Grandma, Kath Ledwith who passed away the day before. She suffered a very long, painful, agonising passing, May Her Un-tamed and Unconventional spirit now be at peace, free to roam, free from pain, free from the many hardships she encountered on the earthly plane. May the Goddess Love and Guide you Nana. Love you *** (P.S. I miss your Trifles!)
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