Death’s Call

by stewart

Gently, the ocean waves break upon the rocks;

As an old woman rests

Beneath the late afternoon sun.

Sheltered beneath her favorite umbrella,

Sitting in a worn beach chair.

Listening to the ocean’s soft lullaby;

Slowly, she raises her head

And peacefully calls out across the water.


“You are nothing more

That a warm afternoon in the sun;

An eternal vacation by the shore

And I am no longer afraid.”


Again very slowly, she rests her head

Back on her chest;

And for a moment, closes her eyes to rest-

Breathing deeply the fresh ocean air.



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