One Last Time

The alarm on her phone began to chime

Indicating it’s time to rise and shine

She lingered a bit in contemplation

Of her dream with the strange visitation

Trying to recall seemed to make it fade

All that was certain, it made her feel great

Like floating on a cloud, wrapped up in love

Ascending higher to somewhere above

Her eyes opened with the snooze alarm sound

Slowly, she sat up, her feet touched the ground

Perplexed, as my thought trickled in her head

“This is the last time you’ll get up from bed”

The thought’s absurdity made her chuckle

Thinking, “If only it were that simple

But my to-do list feels like ten miles long

And, sadly, right here is where I belong”

In the kitchen, she started the coffee

A whisper of thought came, again, from me

“Slow down and savor your last moments here

For the time they’ll be gone is very near”

She took a breath, not wanting to freak out

Hoping this just a prompting to slow down

While the coffee brewed, she meditated

A daily practice, she’s cultivated

I quietly watched her peaceful venture

Calming her mind while watching her breath work

When she was ready to open her eyes

She paused, for I had materialized

“You see me here in this high vibration

Don’t be alarmed by my visitation”

I continued, “Today, I’ll come for you

Be mindful, appreciate all you do”

There was calm, then logic took her away

She shook me off as she began her day

As she showered, I kept nagging her thoughts

“Be present, enjoy this before it’s lost”

Her thoughts shot back at me, “I’m not afraid

I don’t believe you, but I’ll play your game

I’ll appreciate all I’m able to

But know, I still don’t trust or believe you”

She savored the hot water on her skin

And her soap’s sweet smell, as she breathed it in

She dried with her towel, expressed gratitude

For all she has and for all she’s been through

One last time, she chose her clothes, mindfully

“I want to look my best when they find me”

For breakfast, the diet was tossed aside

“I’ll eat what I want since it’s my last time”

She viewed the long list of tasks to complete

Pay bills, laundry, shopping for groceries

Refill a prescription, call the doctor

“Since it’s my last day, this will be ignored”

She called her best friend, “Let’s go out to lunch

To somewhere expensive we don’t go much

Don’t worry about money, it’s my treat”

While thinking, “Since it’s the last time for me”

She scheduled a massage, because why not?

This last day should include time at the spa

She planned nothing further after this treat

That way, she can linger in luxury

“It’s a warm spring day, I think I’ll just walk

And smile at everyone I meet,” she thought

Just before she left, I nudged her once more

“Leave a note before you walk out the door”

She stopped short, “You’re right, I need to do that

He is the best part of this life I’ve had”

She wrote, “I love you, you make me happy

I’ll see you soon, forever yours, love me”

She allowed plenty, so she took her time

The sunshine and gentle breeze felt sublime

Each passerby, she greeted cheerfully

Thought, “In this moment, I feel so happy”

She got to the restaurant with time to spare

So, chose to people-watch while waiting there

Her friend arrived, they dined in decadence

With her friend concerned she’d lost her good sense

Instead of interrupting, to be heard,

She listened, with interest, to her friend’s words

She was genuine when they parted ways

“Know I love you, forever and always”

She savored her massage on this last time

Feeling relaxed from the glass of red wine

She let her thoughts just wander as they may

Questioning, “Is this really my last day?”

During her massage, she pondered again

If this was her last day, how would it end?

Of course, behind that thought, crept in the doubt

“That’s not real, what am I stressing about?”

She left the spa feeling refreshed, renewed

And with less stress on board, a bit subdued

While crossing the street she was unaware

The car turning right, didn’t see her there

While wrapped in my light, she watched it happen

Trying to comprehend this was the end

The driver that blew the stop sign too fast

Which caused her death, would have to live with that

She watched her loved ones before her review

Smiled when they said, “Somehow, I think she knew”

She said, before slipping into the light,

“Thank you, my last day was perfectly right”

                                                       Jody Nelson