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Not ready to go

This rather poignant poem, with more than a smattering of truth was written by JULIA CORDELL SABANILLAS

Do not celebrate my life

Wear black and mourn my death today,
do not celebrate my life
for I was not yet finished being
mother, daughter, wife.

Do not let him stand and preach
of pastures green and new,
for as long as you still needed me,
my place was there, with you.

I would never slowly slip away
towards Eternal light
would never turn my back on you
as long as I could fight.

If I could have another chance
I would endure eternal pain,
if I could stop your sadness
just to be with you again.

So do not celebrate my life
but mourn that I have gone
let God and all His angels
know that they were wrong.

You know I loved you all too much
to stop my fight for breath,
so mourn the fact that I have gone
not accepting Death.

As long as you still needed me
my place was in your life
for I was not yet finished being
mother, daughter, wife.

Maybe this is the answer to why people who are dying will shout out loud
“I do not want to go!”

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