A Moment for Death (a Poem)

A Moment for Death

Perhaps it is part of death?
When my mother was dying it was her moment
you could say, her moment in life to remember,
ponder, recall all those little things she did, and
a few of those big things and all the good things;
perhaps this is an element, if not simply a
fragment of death, a gift from God, to make life
seem all worth while. Be accountable to ones self,
and God. Thus, had God not created death, or
that moment of recollection that comes just prior
to it, allowing time to reflect, perhaps, just perchance
He might as well had taken those precious moments
and vanished them, for they would only be moments
without the same value (would they not).

#2137 12-6-2007