Flying

I flew to Adelaide recently. It was only the second time I have flown as an adult. I was nervous. Sometimes I imagine that this will be the moment I will die, maybe as I drive home, just randomly, because I am so happy and so blessed in my life that I think perhaps my job here is done. Flying to Adelaide was another opportunity for me to imagine dying... so of course I wrote a poem to my daughters.

When I am old,
Very old,
One day or night
In the blink of an eye,
I will die.
And
When I die,
Every electric shock you feel
Will be me
Reaching, to touch your fingers.
Every breath you take
Will be me,
In part.
Every day you live
Will be me,
In new ways
And every tear you cry
Will be a moment
Where you should know
I am kissing your precious face,
With all that is left of me.

xxx