Entry and exit are both the same
though we call them each by a different name
Through birth we enter with wrinkled hands and face
longing for the comfort of our mothers embrace
blinded by light gasping for breath
we are laid gently upon mothers chest
We cannot walk nor can we stand yet we know
we are safe just touching her hand
We cannot walk nor can we stand yet
we know we are safe if you just hold our hand
We lie in this bed with wrinkled hands and face
longing for the comfort of that special embrace
blinded by light gasping for breath we lay our
youthful face upon our Fathers chest
Now I hope you understand they are the same
we just know them by different names
So if you have fears lay them to rest
one is called birth the other is death
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deepthinker52 
Beautiful. Well said. The circle of life. Love you darling.
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Great work cuz! Hope to see you soon. Love you Brother! Wynn
I just met Mike and Pat this past weekend at the reunion for 173rd Airborne Brigade. He served in Vietnam with my brother and I wanted to meet folks who knew my brother. It was an honor to meet Mike and know that my brother was among such fine people. I immediately loved him and Pat, and cant wait to see them again.
This comment was left in error on this post. It was meant for My Last Hero. Jacinta thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment. I will make sure Pat and Mike are aware. Thanks again and God bless.
Truth!❤You captured it perfectly!
Kim I have had the good fortune of being with so many people as they cross over in the last 4 years. I consider it a blessing to share this most personal and glorious moment in life.
I’m proud that you have found your way! ❤