Angel's Fall

This poem is dedicated to my great-grandma Hazel Johns, who passed away on August 29th. I love you!

Angel's Fall

One
would've thought
That a century
Would prepare to
To die
But I guess
Its hard to let go
If you don't know
Who will catch
You
Twenty years
waiting for the frayed rope
To snap
And join her husband
Ten years
living with nurses
Instead of family
Ready for the snap
Scared for the fall
Frigtened of that moment
Of darkness
Before Light
Yet once the rope breaks
And you fall
I guess it takes a minute
to get angel's
wings.




-Kirah