Poem: “On Mortality.”


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 I thought about a time when I would no longer be alive; I could be young or I could be old when I die.

Will my skin be wrinkled, thin like rice paper, with age spots where the sun took his tole. Or smooth in youth, ended early. 

I could have sickness early or later on, as my great-grandmother in her mid-nineties. She died of leukaemia.

Yet her son, my Grandpa, left this world only weeks later, emphysema, the price for years smoking.

But my Dad’s cousin was only thirty when she brushed my blond hair and I saw her never again, the cancer having gone too far.

My other grandfather died young, he didn’t make it until retirement. His heart couldn’t handle it; he lived a hard life. 

When I am a corpse, don’t let me rest in a coffin. Burn me to ashes and return me to the dust of the earth.

Don’t let children poke me, see how rigid my body is. Don’t let my corpse be the last thing my family and friends remember of me.

If I die young, I’ll try to be brave if I look death in the face; but maybe he’ll take me in an instant and there will be no more mourning or pain.

Please don’t sing too many hymns at my funeral, don’t wear only black, sing praise songs and country songs; sing pop tunes and rock ballads. 

Don’t make me out to be a saint or have a processional of cars. Have a happy affair and let people who knew me remember me as they want. 

If you want to know my ‘dream funeral.’ I think it would be a party. A bonfire on the beach or a meeting at comfy restaurant and bar.

If I go before my mother, God take special care of her. Don’t let my brothers forget about her or my Dad.

And if you think it’s morbid to consider one’s mortality. Know we are all moving towards death every day we live.

I live the best I can,saved from sin by a Saviour. But one day I will long to be at rest; the pain of life will disappear. I will go to my heavenly home. 

And I will tell you what my one great -grandma said: When I die don’t cry for me.

You see my life was a journey, this earth my temporary home. And I loved my loved ones deeply and I want you all with me when all is said and done.

One day I want to greet you as you breath your last breath. I want you all in heaven. I want you to believe in a Saviour who died for you, and took away all sin. 

He defeated death and evil so you could live immortality in heaven. And I know some of you are saying it’s only what I believe. 

But, I have faith and faith  is being certain. I don’t bet against the maker of every singular thing living and dead; every rock that does not move and every grain of sand. Of every amoeba, horse, dog, or human. 

If I were to bet my life, I bet it on God. I pray you do too because you believe I had rational thought. Because you can see a light at the end of the cold dark night of death. Maybe, you will see a cross.

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I'm a Canadian girl who loves the local sports scene. The NHL and CFL And recently, some NFL games. Also, I’m into hatha yoga, walks in the river valley; drawing and painting, makeup, hairstyles, and the beauty niche. Also, I enjoy learning about improving my writer the other topics in seminars, classes, TED Talks, and podcasts. I’m a casual Freelance writer and worker. Both on various subjects of academia in the humanities, social sciences, business, arts, and architecture. I’ve also freelanced blog in beauty, health, skincare, and related topics. I’m an excellent researcher in most any subject. I’m also a freelancer of a different kind for a company called Givergy. Moreover, I love dogs and love hanging out with my friends and family whenever I'm able. I enjoy spring, summer, and early fall when the weathers warm and there are many festivals and activities occurring. I'm also a writing fanatic. Check-out some of my published poetry on www.spillwords.com. I’ve been published on other literary sites, as well. Recently, I had a short story published in a Cinderella Anthology, Cinderella Reimagined. It’s available here: https://www.amazon.com/Cinderella-Reimagined-Anthology-Retellings/dp/1979701970/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1523903011&sr=8-1&keywords=cinderella+reimagined If you need to contact me or are a blogger/writer or a blogger for a cause and are interested in being Interviewed, please visit my ‘contact page’ at the top of my blog.

15 thoughts on “Poem: “On Mortality.””

  1. Wow, Mandi. This is such a well thought-off story. I don’t think it is morbid to talk about death, because like what you said, it is part of human nature. and everyone can face their final curtain anytime.

    This is a great piece. Thought-provoking!

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  2. I think your view of after-death is appealing. Let remains go into the earth. Have a celebration. I had a close friend who died young at forty-seven. At his request, after the funeral we went to an Irish pub where we passed around a bottle of Scotch and told stories of our friend. We die, so it’s reasonable to think on death. Faith is belief in evidence unseen. A wonderful, crazy teaching from the New Testament. But it works. Faith is active in our life and certainly in our death. Because afterward, life will come back again. Thanks so much for this poetic testimony!

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  3. I think you are wise to get your head around this now. Too many of us wait until the end of our lives to think about our mortality. Such a wonderful outlook you have. Thanks for sharing 🙂

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