Sonnet # 17 Poem by Edwina Reizer

How many of us are afraid to die
and cringe at the thought of it?
And wonder how we will ever feel
and if a candle will be lit?
To remember how we lived in fear
and what could we have done about it?
We wonder if we shall return.
Is there someone up there to relieve us?
I know that I really doubt it.
If I knew for sure that you’d be there
I would not miss this living.
I’d awaken again wherever you are
and to death I’d be forgiving.