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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: End (02/13/06)

TITLE: The End of My Life
By Deborah Anderson
02/18/06


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I softly clutch my fist by my side.
I look up in wonder at my mother's eyes.
I always feel like I'm floating on air.
I wonder what it’s like in the world out there.

I've never been out, so it's foreign to me.
I constantly stay right beside my mommy.
My existence is peaceful though—I'm safe and warm.
I drift off to sleep in my mother’s arms.

I'm awakened by a sound that I've never known.
A thief has come in—he's invading my home.
“Momma! Momma!” I loudly scream.
“Oh help me, Momma. Please come and save me.”

The noise grows louder—something jabs me very hard.
“Mommmmaaaaa!” I scream. I'm now quite alarmed.
I gasp and gulp. I can barely see.
It’s getting very hard now. It's difficult to breathe.

“Mommmmaaaa…Mommmmaaaaa…” I manage to say,
But the thief wins over and tugs me away.
I struggle and kick the best I know how,
But my tiny body is too weak, he pulls me on down.

Things grow darker and I think of my mom.
I don't understand. Where has she gone?
Finally, in the distance, I hear momma’s cries.
She says she's sorry, but I don't know why.

The pain I'm suffering is more than I can bear.
I don't know where I'm at, and I 'm running out of air.
I heave one last breath and I now realize,
This moment in time is the end of my life.

The doctor finishes and puts his instruments away.
An angel carries me to some other place.
When I arrive, I see the face of God.
A giant tear scans His face. He gives the angel a nod.

The angel gently lays me into the arms of the Lord.
I feel safer in His arms than anywhere before.
God suddenly looks down from where I just came.
He utters, "She lives, because of My Son's Name!"

God still looks on, and we hear Momma's cries.
God says she believed the enemy's lies.
"Forgive, me," she cries, and begs God for release.
I look at God, and He looks at me.

He then turns and looks at my momma again.
He says,"Your sins are forgiven you, my child, and friend."
Momma doesn't hear Him though; she's too upset over me.
It's now twenty years later—she's still saying the same thing.

It wasn't just my life that ended that day.
Momma's life did, too, in a different way.
She's told God she's sorry a thousand times.
I guess she'll be saying it until the end of her life.


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Phyllis Inniss 02/24/06
Very touching poem.