Cocoon After Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeds of sadness planted today will one day grow and
mature into genuine compassion for others.

Enfolded in the cloak of sorrow, emptiness and pain,
our beings are transformed much like a caterpillar in
it's cocoon.

Experiencing the intensity and closeness of death
alters our very soul and being.

Eventually changing into the caring, gentle, kind
individuals who reach out, hugging others close as
they experience individual losses of death while
lying dormant through the many months of loneliness.

In the end most of us live through our cocoon stages
somehow and go on to become who we have grown into.

Our seeds of sadness having grown rooted wings and
flown beyond the stars of death, forever gliding the
skies on clouds of compassionate tearful good-byes.