Julie Collins

Death tapped me on the shoulder
on the last day of Autumn
but I sent him away in a scurry of falling leaves
telling him not to darken my doorway
He is not welcome here..... not yet.

Laughed in his face with my friends
my family, my support
who with despair and dismay offer unconditional love
with open arms and hearts to give me strength He is not welcome here..... not yet.

If this is meant to be, though
years numbered on my fingers
should he come again at Spring's end when roses burst
then let me be prepared ~ dignified
to let him take me home to God.

(Jools, June 2006)