I was dying a pathetically agonizing death every moment waiting for your sensuously silken fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; scratch me uninhibitedly on my cheek with them; and then forever kill me?
This poem is about the death of a loved grandmother, and about the hope for a spiritual future. It's also very much an admonishment to all of us to cherish those we love while we can.
Sit at the bedside of a dying woman, and listen for a moment to the thoughts of a loving, devoted, devastated daughter…
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