waking up to a big bright light, voices and people surrounding me. being touched and prodded and i am afraid until they place me into the arms of a body that smells like home; it is my mother. i stop crying instantly as she whispers she loves me, and i sleep there next to her.
waking up to my bedroom light being turned on and my parents handing me a cupcake that has a number "7" candle lit in it. their smiles as well as mine are radiant as we celebrate my birthday. they bought me a pretty pink bike; i thank them.
walking down the path of the football stadium, listening to the roars and cheering of the crowd as i shake my professor's hand, grabbing my diploma. unable to contain my excitement i run and hug my boyfriend, stealing a quick kiss while he tells me how proud he is.
walking down the isle of a little white church holding my daddy's arm. i'm nervous but i'm happy as i see my handsome groom waiting to take my hand. he shakes my father's hand, i kiss him on the cheek, then take my husband's hand and we set off to a world of our own.
heading to the hospital i am in excruciating pain. my husband is worried but trying to hold himself together. the baby is coming, but it is not time yet. we arrive at the hospital and i see blood and it's getting harder for me to breathe. they put me on a table and i'm screaming from being cut open; my husband standing next to me. a few moments later i hear a small cry and i just want my baby. my vision is blurry, things are fading but i just want to stay. my husband whispers "i love you." with a kiss on my head and that's when i finally see; my husband will stay as well as my child... and i will not be.
but oh, what a life i have lived.
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Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
