Poetry Corner

Lose Her

Here we are on this fine day of September,

Gathered together to mourn and remember

The loss of a mother, sister, aunt and friend,

Giving respect because her sudden end.

Her influence is powerful, and we've all felt her touch,

But we don't wish for her to go, our desires are too much.

Looking back at the life she experienced, I see why we still care,

And it's our feelings which cause us to regret this unwanted affair.

Yet as she lay on her deathbed,

Words of regret weren't what she said.

She wished for us to follow where she was going,

And as we sang hymns to her, I stood there knowing

She had damned us all to a lifetime of irredeemable idiocy,

Because no one is going to say no to a dying old woman, you see?

I've known people who've forgone belief for living in the moment,

Choosing to pursue themselves rather than an all-knowing torment.

They say it's their life to live, not mine,

And besides, it'd be a waste of time.

But all of us here can testify this woman's life wasn't a waste,

Not because we're trying to please the dead, but because we all know her faith.

Her belief in Jesus Christ is what gave her identity,

Fulfillment, adventure, joy, and it's something not hard to see.

So am I foolish to follow her footsteps by walking on

A path of unfulfilled promise, a bargain which might go wrong?

No! Because even if I throw my life away and become a loser,

I'll have done all that I can to get back, and I'm not going to lose her.