Literature
To Chester and Family
In the end, we all take our last breath, Some swiftly and silently, without a warning, Death collects and hastens away, Leaving no time for farewell or mourning. For others, the end is slow and long, Creeping in after time's inevitable march, Through joys and pains, losses and gains, Slowly sieging vitality's arch. When the morbid hand finally beckons, As flesh falters and fails in its quest, Leaving behind memories bittersweet, Of laughter, light, words, and deeds, our best. But in those we loved and who love us still, In the hearts of precious souls, we endure, Forevermore, our essence lives on, A legacy of love, eternal and pure.
