They spoke of his gifts of grace and strength
Always humble and kind
But I wonder
Was there ever a time he was able to speak his mind
Or did his concern for others always run the show
Which do I aspire to
For I was gifted with both
The gifts of kindness and strength
And those of concern for others
We are from the same cloth
And as I watched him take his last breaths
I worried of my own regrets
And hoped he’d come to peace with his
Did he live the life he wanted
As he took his last breaths
I wondered of his regrets
the person described seems to be christ-like in some ways (“gifts of grace and strength/ Always humble and kind”). the speaker in the poem relates to this person and wants to emulate him but is worried if the deceased had any regrets about the way he lived his life. the slant rhyming of “breaths” and “regrets” works well. i’ve been bedside of three people as they took their last breaths, so i can relate. it’s not an easy thing to do, but i felt it was important for me to be there for them in their final moments.
Regrets are the only true immortals. Sorry I’d missed some of your lovely thoughts. I apologize.
I saw you did a blitz read. And ummmmm. You don’t need to apologize.