A Good Day to Die - Redwing Keyssar
Lawrence Robinson
Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Sun Jan 26 06:47:29 PST 2025
A Good Day to Die
For Deb
Thick puffy grey clouds slowly lift,
revealing greening mountains
on this fresh autumn morning
Yet there will be no sun today.
There will be the song of wind and rain,
the dance of dark birds floating
on the currents of cool air
Yesterday was a good day to die.
For a woman who was ready to surrender
a body that could no longer carry her
without pain
without intense suffering--
knowing she could never be her strong self
ever again
a deep knowing in the marrow of her bones
and each contraction of her open heart
that she would die soon
one way
or the other
The one way
being on a gurney in an emergency room
bleeding and cramping
then being rushed down a long
foul-smelling hallway
by people who did not know her
or care about her comfort
to a scanner
where she would lie flat on a cold hard conveyor belt
as she was slowly slid under a machine
that would tell her what she already knew:
her tumors were everywhere
and she would die soon.
People would suggest pain medication.
No one would suggest miracles.
The other way:
being in her own artful home
in her own soft and familiar bed
in her own potent energy field
surrounded by those who cared deeply
surrounded by soft music
and candlelight
Held in love
Dying
by her own hand
as she tilted the clear glass
filled with bittersweet orange liquid
and drank down
the nectar of gods and goddesses
(tho she was hesitant to believe in any of them)
Eyes wide open
still sparkling as they did throughout her life
her wisdom still palpable
she looked around
and said,
“I’m going now”
as she peacefully and quietly
closed her bright eyes
donned her new wings
and flew home
leaving a shining rainbow around the sun
in her wake
- Redwing Keyssar
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