Death’s Door
I met her yesterday
Someone who stood
At Death’s door
She was pale yet strong
Tired yet animated
She wasn’t floored
It’s clear though she had
Stared Death down
And lived to tell us
For now
There was I
Listening to her
Tongue tied in wonder
I’ve never been up close
With someone facing death
The way I was yesterday
Neither has my darling
Who’s on her own battlefield
Fighting to keep away from
Death’s door
