This was yet another piece from my English Class freshman year. Its about how mankind is closest when life is about to be taken from us.

Life is sad…

Nana is on her death bed.

This poem is about my mom never being able to understand me.

A dying king tells of his worst deed on his death bed, but he is telling the very person he wronged.

Mature son at Father’s bedside in a hospital for terminally ill patients.

This is the story of my grandmother who gave her mother a death bed promise and her fiancée who became my grandfather.

A reflection on my life as if I were on my deathbed.

The haunting feelings of “too good to be true” go through her head as it seems she’s lost the love of her life…

Ever heard of any body who refused to die? My own grandfather kept coming back to life on his death-bed when his time was due until after we performed some last rites on him.