(A few random thoughts which occurred to me as we sat on a hospital ward watching and waiting for the inevitable end...)
Looking at her nowIt's hard to believe
But once upon a time
There was a princess.
A life unravelling
A life unfolding
A life...
All those people
Still alive
Living their lives
So damned strange.
All those plans
All those thoughts
All those dreams
They come to this.
The strange transition
From something living
To something you place
Under a stone.
The air in a room
Seems thicker somehow
From all those intakes of breath
And walking on eggshells.
But my little world
It already seems
So much smaller today
Diminished.
Afterwards everyone it seems
Has a story to tell
About their own lives and when
It happened to them.
Our own mortality is ever in our minds, particularly when someone we have loved passes.
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