Note: The following poem was written by the author to be read upon her passing. Poem is part of the My Journey series. Thank you ML with the editing of the poem.
Upon my passing
Do not weep for me
It was my destiny
I am finally set free
Don’t you see?
Since the beginning
It was meant to be
It is my destiny
Many have gone before me
I hear their voices
In the echo of the wind
Gently calling me
“Come my child your time has come”
“We have long awaited your arrival”
All is prepared for me, you see
With open arms they do wait for me
It is not my journeys end
My journey is just begun
I am a weary traveler of this land
My friend my time has come
No more sorrow
No more pain
No more longing
All has been in vain
I see a brighter light ahead
So much waits for me
I will be fine dear one
It is my destiny
I will live on through my sons
They will carry on the torch for me
I have loved none more than my sons
They are everything to me
So don’t weep for me
I am finally set free
My ashes will be spread upon
The Caspian Sea
