My Monday Metrical Musings #262

antique wooden cabinet with ornate handles

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

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