Death Call
abracad, · Categories: externally authored, poetryBy Dr. Stewart Bitkoff
Gently, the ocean waves break upon the rocks;
As an old woman rests
Beneath the late afternoon sun.
Sheltered under her favorite umbrella,
Sitting in a worn beach chair.
Listening to the ocean’s soft lullaby;
Slowly, she raises her head
And peacefully calls out across the water.Â
“You are nothing more
Than a warm afternoon in the sun;
An eternal vacation by the shore
And I am no longer afraid.â€
Again very slowly, she rests her head
Back on her chest;
And for a moment, closes her eyes-
Breathing deep the fresh ocean air.
-SB
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