Matthew’s Poem for ‘Baba’ (Grandmother)
A sensitive poem written by Matthew Vance who has Autism himself. He wrote this 6 years ago, right after his Grandfather passed away from Alzheimer’s. He gave it to his Grandmother to comfort her.
By Matthew Vance
Why is everyone so afraid of Death? Isn’t it simply another step in this journey we call life?
Where does it say that Death is the end of everything? Of everyone? Of anyone?
How can that even be a possibility, when we are so much more than the shell that holds our spirit, our love, and our knowing…
Surely we must go on, touching everyone around us, hidden in the details of the minutes and seconds we’ve spent living and loving
Holding those we shared our hearts with close beside us, and sharing the eternity of that vision, of love and truly living
That the Divine has gifted the world with, as it lays within our hands…
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