Tag Archives: death

When There Is Life

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I once asked myself,
And God,
Are the little things enough?
When a life is in question,
When you wonder and weep,
Can the little things be justified,
And measured so deep?

Can I determine,
Ones will to live?
Whose choice is it really?
Ours or His?

The flowers he watered,
In terracotta pots,
Brought beauty
From within,
To our warm sunny spot.
The breeze of a butterfly,
Moving the air,
Casting a shadow,
Of a life,
In our prayer.

A faraway moment,
It’s hard to believe,
How we chose to spend time,
Rather than grieve.

What if it were me?
Is that really fair?
To judge someone’s life,
From my own despair?

And so I still question,
When the road becomes rough,
Is it still worth traveling?
Are the little things enough?

There came a day,
When the stems couldn’t hold.
Bright yellow petals,
Once glistened like gold.
They fell to the earth,
In the soil they rest.
Planting their seeds,
Tucked away and blessed.

The sun lights the way,
For us all to see,
Breaking my silence,
It’s hard being me.

The flowers,
Have life again.
And now,
So do I.
When there is life,
There is reason.
Here is where,
My answer lies.

By Aimi Medina 10-11-14

One Life Two Deaths

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We live our life,
Knowing,
That one day,
Our time will come.
Most,
Not knowing when or how.
Sadly,
Some people have two deaths.
Yet, only one life.

The first death,
Is the loss of the person you once knew.
Taken,
By a form of mental illness.
Stroke,
Alzheimer’s,
Or other thieves.
It takes the mind,
And sometimes the body.
But not all of it.
The heart keeps beating.

The second death,
Takes your breath away.
It sets your soul free,
And allows for peace.

Both deaths,
Are painful.
Both,
Are real.
But the time in between the two,
Is the ultimate sacrifice,
For those who stand by,
And care for their loved ones,
Holding their hand,
Until they reach their resting place.
Their final death,
Their final breath,
And gently letting go.

By Aimi Medina 9-21-14

How Do I Know

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How do I,
See you again?
Once so close,
I reach out my hand.
I draw back my arm,
Alone as I stand.

How do I,
Hear your sweet song?
Once crystal clear,
Swept away by wind,
A musical voice,
A lonely violin.

How do I,
Remember your smile?
Once heartfelt,
Sincere and true.
Clear in my dream,
No doubt it was you.

How do I,
Know you’re still there?
A shadow, a glimpse,
Reality I fear.
No one dries,
The salty tears.

How do I,
Know your okay?
Eternal peace,
For you I’ve found.
Your heart still beats,
Yet there’s no sound.

How do I,
Know what lies ahead?
A road untraveled,
Persevere and see.
An open hand waiting,
One day for me.

By Aimi Medina 4-15-14

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Aimi Medina is the author of “Being There.

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Red Balloon

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Red Balloon

The red balloon rises,
Tied to a string,
Floating freely at will,
It dances and sings.

If I let go,
Will it still call my name?
Will it look around corners?
Will its world be the same?

If I let go,
Will it remember my face?
Or will the wind blow it north,
To a faraway place.

If I let go,
Will its laughter live on?
Or will it drift away giggling,
To the clouds and beyond.

The red balloon rises,
Tied to a string.
Floating freely at will,
It dances and sings.

As it falls to the earth,
To unfamiliar ground,
In the darkness,
Landing softly,
Leaving no sound.

By Aimi Medina 2-22-14