Poems-Death

 
 
The following was written by a dying a patient, Orville Kelly,
for his wife Wanda.  It is from pages 143/4 of a
book by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross entitled "Death:
the Final Stage of Growth".  Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
worked with the victims of Nazi Germany, in Switzerland,
during WWII:
 
 
Spring, and the land lies fresh green
Beneath a yellow sun
We walked the land together, you and I
And never knew what the future days would bring:
Will you often think of me,
When flowers burst forth each year?
When the earth begins to grow again?
Some say death is so final,
But my love for you can never die,
Just as the sun once warmed our hearts,
Let this love touch you some night,
When I am gone,
And loneliness comes-
Before the dawn begins to scatter
Your dreams away.
 
Summer, and I never knew a bird
Could sing so sweet and clear,
Until they told me I must leave you
For a while
 
I never knew the sky could be so deep a blue,
Until I knew I could not grow old with you
But better to be loved by you,
Than to have lived a million summers,
And never known your love.
Together, let us you and I
Remember the days and nights,
For eternity.
 
Fall, and the earth begins to die,
And leaves turn golden-brown upon the trees.
Remember me, too, in autumn, for I will walk with you,
As of old, along a city sidewalk at evening-time,
Though I cannot hold you by the hand.
 
Winter, and perhaps someday there may be
Another fireplace, another room,
With crackling fire and fragrant smoke,
And turning, suddenly, we will be together,
And I will hear your laughter and touch your face,
And hold you close to me again.
 
But, until then, if loneliness should seek you out,
Some winter night, when snow is falling down,
Remember, though death has come to me,
Love will never go away.