For dVerse ~ Tribute To Poetess Mary Oliver ~ When Death Comes...
when death comes like an iceberg... And when it comes I will meet the Angel and smile and say 'you came before and lifted me quietly, I felt the pull I saw my self flying straight up high it was so swift,the flight a few seconds and I looked down oh where are you taking me? my children are so young and my parents are in later age they need me too see they are alone, And Oh Angel you were so kind You let me go' You had permission to do that and I heard you say something' ? Now if I have been good have looked after my parents and have guided my children on the straight path I hope and pray that my way, will be illumined each day of life ,scented colorful like daisies life will begi...