angels

death takes me

i never know

precisely when

the process of dying

will lead me astray

when it does

i will begin to slowly fade away

a part of me

somewhere else

i will divide my time

between the living

and where i’ve never been

the afterlife

at my mortal end

my mother

god rest her soul

before she died

saw angels

i was standing in the doorway

her eyes were looking far beyond

she grabbed my hand

but her soul

was traveling on

prepared to fly

away from me

and all that she loved

today i lost my kitty

seventeen years old

she purred almost to the end

i stroked her as she passed away

into another land

death

it always seems to confirm my fragility

i should vow to stay there

where reason does not apply

like a snowflake twirling into palmetto trees

at the edge of love

where i become lost in joy

before sorrow

meticulously

takes piece by piece

over half of my broken heart away

— patty

art — “ the sweetest things “ sea original painting palette knife gift angel modern print by monika luniak