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| Where Astronauts Lift Off |
You told me you would
make an appearance
after you lifted off, give me
a sign, a signal, a cue
to take a heavy
breath once your now breath-
less body had arrived
at its new destination,
weightless, where breathing
is not a requirement, where
you can be nowhere
and everywhere all at once.
Your message came by text.
It said you went on the voyage
of a death
time; in space there is no
oxygen. In Heaven, there
is no need.
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Great job, Linda. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteMeaningful! In our talks before my husband died, we determined he would give me a sign, if such a thing was possible. Love your poem, Linda.
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