Waiting For My Turn Poem by Lyn Paul

All partings in life are sad, especially an eternal parting from dear ones! Yet there is the hope of getting reunited as everyone has to take up that final journey! A touching poem! !

Thoughtful and effective

Every parting can turn out to be the last parting, no one knows! When a loved one departs, the healing takes longer time. Yet, it heals at some point in time. 'As we mourn each day the memories heal Accepting what, what is now real' - loved these lines.

It is now memories that help me to remain strong Though not really knowing what went wrong..........here is the essence of the poem. A brilliant poem is so astutely delineated. Thanks for sharing.

Ms. Pppaul, Pperhapps your “p” key got stuck? **** ;) **** “But mappped out when born” “Accepting what, what is now real”..............this I enjoyed: the repeat of “what” ===================================================== “You must never give up on life. As it is the death that makes us stronger” Lynn, I am an odd bird in some ways, as many PH members, I’m sure, suspect. “odd” is not meant to imply “bad” but, instead, “different (perhaps) from the ‘norm’ ” I feel there is sometimes THE RIGHT TIME to “give up on life”! and I have trouble understanding how “death ….makes us stronger”. An interesting and thought-provoking poem. Thanks, especially if it is about YOUR LIFE. Bri :)

As we mourn each day! Thanks for sharing.

very nice, quiet explanation.