I have no memories of the beginning of me <br />The next years of my life were short and to a tee <br />Life as a teen was a rollercoaster of emotions, most often glee <br />And soon after that, I became no longer an “I” but a “we” <br />I grew old fast with arthritis in my hands and knees <br />But the day of my death was calm, like a gentle springtime’s breeze <br />Loved ones came, to mourn the last of me <br />And now my tombstone is surrounded by grass and ivy <br />At last I’m done with this life and finally free <br />Just me and Jesus, for all eternity<br /><br />Caitlin Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rise-and-fall-of-caitlin-hancock/
