The Other Side
Poetry
2 min readSep 17, 2021
I wrote this poem a week ago. It’s based on something that I’ve been feeling lately — the absence of the fear of crossing over. Losing someone you love to death is frightening or seeing someone you love, suffering or suffering from a disease is terrible but death itself is not. What do you think of it? Incidentally, I read a post written by a blogger where she wonders how it will be after death and I decided to share my take on it.
When I die,
don't cryfor me;
for you seeI'm not going to be alone there
I'll have people who careas much or more-
Those that went beforeI imagine my mother standing
with open arms, smilingAt heaven's door
Her eyes so kind, it'll heal my coreI see my father standing beside her-
watching me like he did, when I felt a stirat the pit of my stomach-
when I was stuckin a rut
I remember how it worked miracles then, on my gut-his mere presence.
That's the essenceof crossing over for me,
you see-I imagine I'll be home again
when at last, to rest I'm lainSo, don't cry
when I dieFor me
For I'll be as happythen
as I am now. Say, 'Amen'
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