Monday, August 22, 2011

If I Die Young

I do not fear
an early departure for me.
It is she I worry about.
This I plainly see.

I will be cruising the cosmos
on gossamer wings.
She will be left here on earth
dealing with my things.

If I die young,
I hope she knows
of the love deep inside
that everyday grows
in me...

Jenny Matlock
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8 comments:

  1. A Brit in TennesseeAugust 22, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    How beautiful....
    ~Jo

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  2. mrs. cAugust 22, 2011 at 8:12 PM

    You are so sweet, I know that whomever "goes first" that the other might not be there in body but that we will always be together.

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  3. Susan AndersonAugust 22, 2011 at 9:59 PM

    A beautiful Centus, followed by an even more beautiful comment from Mrs. C.

    =)

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  4. cj SchlottmanAugust 23, 2011 at 4:59 AM

    jc,

    Being the "she" in this poem makes it hit home with me. This is beautiful. Clint and I always said we wanted to go down together on a plane coming home from an incredible trip, neither leaving the other behind.

    Namaste..........cj

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  5. Rek SeshAugust 24, 2011 at 4:29 AM

    Truly beautiful in its simple, yet the most profound wish of all.

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  6. NonnaAugust 25, 2011 at 8:50 AM

    Excellent !

    So sweet...I loved these heartfelt thoughts !!!

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  7. JennyAugust 28, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    Awwww...Jeff.

    You are such a romantic. And so sweet.

    Awwww...

    Gosh.

    What a heartfelt little poem.

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  8. JudieSeptember 5, 2011 at 9:03 AM

    WEll, I screwed up again! I thought for sure that I had commented here, but my comment, that you will live to a ripe old age, is nowhere to be found! What am I doing wrong???

    xoxo,
    J.

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