I Don't Want to Die on a Day Like This

I know what it means to die now

Thinking abstractly does not do it.

With only my words sitting in my yard, I begin to cry.

The May day of bloom and sun and beautiful daughter's,

And through my sun glassed sun drenched teary eyes

I see blue heavens sparkling through maples

And buds so young and green,

Witnessing life growing.

Birdsong is beautiful; but not like this.

Thinking about my time so imminent

I know what I see of my canoe and my daughter-

She's spraying and playing and tending the garden-

Is but a moment of forgotten time.

As I realize this, my heart aches to know I will lose this;

This moment- the ache of knowing what I will miss-

I don't want to die on a day like this.