DEATH
 

Death, I do not want to die.
I want to live to enjoy the simple things in life,
To feel the sensations of a day,
And to love who ever I meet on my way.
 

Like a flash of lightining my life is passing by.
Passing so quickly that I have not felt it pass.
I lived as I was not living...
My own life.
 

Death, I want to live fully,
I want to enjoy my children as adults,
Offer my helping hand whenever they need it.
See a part of me in a born grandchild.
 

Death, I want to give myself to whom I love...
I want to feel, to love the simple things in life.
But, suddenly, I had an awful a dreadful feeling:
Can my life be decided by Death?

 

Going home. London, December 1989
 MARIA LUCIA DA COSTA