Hanna,my neighbor, next-door lives there no more.
She was taken to a nursing home.
Unfit, to be on her own.
She just celebrated 97 the other day.
Some people say:” wow let’s hope for 98, if God May”.
Yet other nonchalantly their thoughts convey:
” no surprises today, life and death move on, in their natural way”.
Hanna,my neighbor, next-door lives there no more.
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AVIGAIL (Pseudonym) (
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we are merely travelers here to this and many worlds nice poem avilgail.ww
yes multidimensional journeys 🙂 thanks ww
THANKS AVI ~ Words for Thought. It happens all the time ! Seems like it's a natural progression between the cradle and the grave. Some Nursing Homes are like Hell and the inmates would be much better off in GLORY. Others are "Heavenly"and just a waiting room for Glory. It poses the Q are we all living too long ? BAZ my neighbour is no more but Grace his wife soldiers on ~ I cut her grass once a fortnight ! Yours BRIAN
yes... its a natural thing, yet for the person its here ... then disappear... you are a good earth neighbor 🙂
Nicely done..tears are in my eyes now...
thank you Pharaoh33
tears touch my heart
be well
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