Stolen of Breath

If I could change life,
there would be no death.
What is the sense of living,
if you’re soon stolen of breath?
Life is such a coy thing
with the way it likes to play.
Why does it look to be so cruel
by taking people away?
I don’t understand it.
I guess I never will.
To fall in love and die someday
can be the final kill.
So won’t you try to analyze
the results of even trying.
There’s no use in living
when we’re already dying.

9-19-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. This was written years ago from the hurt of so much loss. Especially the loss of my cousin Dean, who was just 19 and died a week before graduating high school.

My Loved One’s Journey

Life that is waning, wasting away.
Nothing can be done to save the day.
A body betraying the soul within.
A spirit dying, just giving in.
Energy fading, abandoning the owner.
Depression conquering the weakened donor.
Words that fail and muscles that faint.
A ruthless trial for any saint.
Straining relationships, choking bonds,
stealing the will to carry on.
This is the journey my loved one is on,
and I must watch until they are gone.

7-23-15 written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my mom

What I Saw Today

It was horrible, what I saw today.
I’ve never seen a child die crying.
How cruel the world has become
to know a child’s death is from no one trying.
So small and fragile, a lifeless child
lying in its mother’s arms.
When such a terrifying thing happens,
it’s not surprising that it alarms.
This child had died crying for food,
and its mouth had frozen while open.
When I saw this on the media,
I couldn’t move I was so frozen.
What has happened to this world?
And why have we become so cold?
Our hands are not suppose to kill babies.
They’re made, with love, to hold.
I can’t forget this episode.
It was something I wish had not happened.
But I know we have to do something
because these children are what really matter.

4-24-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)