It’s like all my life I’ve been asleep
and now finally I am awake,
as if my past life was just a dream,
So why then do people weep?
It’s life drawing my very first breath
as if my lungs have never tasted air
like I’ve never been this much alive!
So why then do they call it death?
It’s like I’m walking for the first time
as if my whole life I’ve been standing still
like stepping over an invisible void
out of shadows and into sunshine.
It’s like being born unto the Sun,
Welcomed into the Father’s arms.
They said my time has come to an end
but life has only begun.
I’m sorry, I can’t comprehend your sorrow.
Here, tears are a foreign thing.
Your thousand years are my single day.
So, I’ll be seeing you my time tomorrow!
They say that I am now at rest
but this is the most I’ve ever danced!
They say I am in a better place.
They lie. I’m in the best!
A poem by the daughter of a friend, Hilary, and her name is Martha Thomas!