All the things
— a poem about the stuff we leave behind when we die
All the things
— a poem about the stuff we leave behind when we die
All the things you left behind
Were just on borrowed time
I can’t let them go, not yet, not for a while
They speak to me of you and all you meant
Of the things that bring me tears, laughter, and sorrow
The clothes on coat hangers, the shoes on the floor
The lipstick you wore, lotions, and potions that filled the drawer
The house is still filled with you
And all that a lived life can be, these things left behind have set you free
Free from the earthly bounds, old age, pain, and your body letting you down
I’m happy for you, really I am, your suffering is now gone, and the beginning of a new plan
For I believe it to be true, that we are here for a moment to experience all we can
And find our way through
With lessons abound, we’ll do it all over, in another time and place we will discover that our love and connection cannot be broken, we are all one, just a drop in the ocean.
