Dying Time Poem by Mary Wismer

My dear Mary, I was tearing while reading your poem, but i could see how brave you are. thanks, I love you please hold on.

what words can i say to such a nice friend...i just felt so heavy...maybe..i will just keep my eyes kissing the breeze...and wait...we all have the time...to meet somewhere

Sad truth but comforting to note that in the end it will be a graceful exit. I hope my boss ' Always Be Remembered' had experienced the things you described in this poem. Thank you for sharing. A 10.

IN these days find time to love without restriction.Give hope to your friends and they in turn will give hope to the world.Work together to form a more perfect union.Let your brain do the thinking.Do not quote scriptures if you can not perform miracles...Love is continuous, not subject to change. Sad to know, but you got so much strengt and thats made you different person. i wont say I like it, but i wont say I dont either, with this poem can bring others not to be afraird for we still have choses to our lives to do but we must do, before our ends must come.

When that day or night comes to you I will help you comprehend remember you won’t be alone I will be there till the end....................as when we fear the black clouds may flicker the light of love by its blanket, but i don`t believe the view as expressed that seems to be as painful as oozing of blood from the body. when..as journey is eternal yet short lived in the context of somebody`s time and space.never mind dear friend Mary never be befuddled by the reek of black finale as when revered by the bliss yet divine. and latching on to the love redeems the soul from the clouds of fear as ever by the glory of faith when blazed

Following this same path, looking forward to living after death, putting all things into perspective, loving family and friends with every ounce of love I possess. Leaving myself in poems to be read after I'm gone, hoping I've made a difference in the life of at least one. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

Such a strong write from a woman travelling along her dying time, it made me cry from start to finish. I think Mary was right, there is a time when we somehow know the time is near. My dearly departed grandmother, used that time to put her house in order, being a mother of eight and a grandmother of many, she made sure to say goodbye to us all. Mary is such a woman as my grandmother, strong and good to the core and I know like my grandmother, she will always be in the hearts of those who loved her and she so loved. A fantastic write Mary, I wish I had known you. Tai

As we tiptoe through our life, each with our own cadence, we will arrive at the same exit. We will cross paths like this one, where we greet each other and express our views. Keep writing and reading. Thanks for your comments to my poems

Mary, why have I met you just now? ? ? I should be finishing my Christmas shopping and getting ready to celebrate another birthday tomorrow. But now I sit with tears streaming down and a broken heart wanting to know...why have I met you just now? Barbara

Where would I be if I had not met you? I'll tell you where; I would still be lonely looking for that true special friend to make me smile again. We found each other in the perfect place at the wrong time. I really wish that you were near me, where i can help you in some simple way. However, knowing that you accepting the fact, I will respect it, as you always say you already leave it to the Lord miracles. I'm very proud of you because you posseses a personality which signifies the true character a very strong woman. Remember, we're always here for you dearest friend and so you've got to take good care of yourself. God blesses his miracles to you always!