Sunday, May 20, 2018

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

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