Daily Create: The dream of the Dragonflies – A death poem

“Here I’d like for people to write a somewhat serious poem, ideally a haiku or tanka, from the point of view of someone who is going to die and knows it. ”
I have chosen to write a haiku about a girl who is tragically dying of old age.

Sitting here alone
Staring out at the ocean
In this little room

My children visit
They all ask how I’m doing
I lie and say fine

My hair is so grey
My bones keep getting weaker
I miss my husband

The doctors are nice
Medicine keeps me going
It’s alright for now


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