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I am dying. And there is no cure.
One day you will look for me and I will be gone.
What have I left behind?
What is my legacy?
My son is three. Will he even remember me?
Will my daughter remember we have the same long fingers?
I am dying. And there isn't anything I can do.
Did I love enough?
Did I live enough?
How can you make up for 30 years in one year?
Do I even have a year?
Has my life been consumed with regrets?
I am dying. And instead of spending these precious moments with my children, I am typing.
Will they think I loved writing more then them?
Will they think of me with fond memories or with bitter thoughts?
I think I have been a good mother. A good wife.
Have I???
Twenty years from now will my husband be married to the love of his life? That was supposed to me.
I am dying.
What else can I say?
What would you say? What would you do if you knew you only had a year to live?
Think about it. I mean right now. While you are still alive.
Tomorrow isn't promised. We barely even have today.

Thank God I have my writing to release all my inhibitions and conquer all my fears.


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The following comments are for "I Am Dying"
by nubianpoetess

I am Dying
You make your mark in other peopleís hearts
Your words prompted me to write these
I sit here surrounded by my three boys. Loui 3, Joel 1 and Gabriel six weeks
It sounds unkind but what we leave behind arenít just memories, itís the choices weíve made
To love or to despise, to give or to try, to hurt or sit and self hate
All these things affect how others remember the paths we carved out to the end
I donít know you as a person but I recognise your strength
Your fears come through in your pen
Is there a better life to come after weíve gone?
I believe so, but God only knows
Your children will live because you chose to birth them
No one can ever take that one away
Just be there while you can and you will remain in their hearts
Forever to the end of our day

Good luck


( Posted by: writingglory [Member] On: January 21, 2007 )

Each person who reads this poem will have it engraved in the deeper chasms of self. It is a poem that mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, children and orphans can relate to. Each day is a new one, yet the end is nearer than the next. Looking to future installments.

Once again,

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: January 24, 2007 )

Siah, Writingglory, Windchime, and Destante
Siah, writingglory, windchime- Thank you all for your comments. A friend of mine has some serious health issues going on and when I wrote this I had her in mind although I wrote from my own perspective. The world would be a better place if we all would remember to show love today instead of waiting for "the right time." Please contine to check out my work. And Destante thank you so much for the 10 rating. I am truly honored.

( Posted by: nubianpoetess [Member] On: January 26, 2007 )

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