Last Moments


He sees beauty.
Others see tragedy.
He does not discriminate.
He doesn’t think greater or less of
How or to whom it happened.
They mourn the little boy,
He carries that boy,
Still clutching his teddy bear
Left on his bedside.
He gives hope
When leading the girl
Who just told the world
What she really thought of it.
He keeps the man company
As he waits on a white bench
While his wife
Continues her life.
He brings comfort
As he reminds the old woman
Of all she has done.
He’ll take my hand, too,
As he leads me away
From what I had known
As life.
For he does not discriminate
Sickness, suicide,
Accident, or natural,
Death comes for us all.

By the amazing Larisa read more of her work @


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