Our grave...


Today I try to write, but my thoughts wander over and over again.
You don't want to think about it, but one day, we all meet our graves.

Our grave... when, how, where?
These thoughts about later, they feel weird.

I don't have anything on paper yet, but I know quite a lot of people who speak openly about these wishes.

Sometimes I think, “Oh, what does it matter to me? I'm not here anymore.”
And then suddenly I feel grief, the thought hurts me.

Then suddenly I think of a sudden death, it happened to “us” recently.
In one moment, everything gone, all dreams.

All the hugs, all the conversations... we don't realize our greatest possession.
OUR GREAT OWNESS... which is in our closest loved ones.

We run and we fly. Why?
Many can no longer feel and work crooked.

Is a lot of money so important, or a super shiny house?
I often don't feel at home in that world.

I often say, “I'm just ordinary”, as if I could not be an example.
Yet I feel no shame, no stage or pain.

To me, it's just like it's for you.
Therefore, always stick to your usual loyalty.

I don't need candles or a beautiful sea of flowers on my grave.
“Just” my name: Angeliena House-Wetsema.
Well, then it's okay.

by: a Voice of Thoughts
www.angelienahuis.nl
Tags: #sterven #dedood #dood #gedicht #gedichtje #gedichtschrijven #schrijven #uitvaart #uitvaartverzekering

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