Afters Poem by Tony Kemp

Now, she lives for the
now.
It was not always so.
Then,
she regretted
the past
and feared the future.
But now,
with age,
and wisdom,
she enjoys
the moment –
a peace grown,
not out of
hope,
but of
certainty
in what is to come.

So she lives.
She smiles,
chats
eats,
and savours.

The main course is
“Quite nice! ”
But the icing on the cake is
the sweet –
Afters.

Later,
when we stand and weep
at her passing,
she will
smile down
upon
what has
gone
before,
saying,
“Quite nice! ”
and, looking beyond,
she will relish the prospect -
an eternity of
just
desserts -
sweet reward
for her
faith.
Afters.