A poem for the waning

The older you get

The less daunting death seems

You might climb into bed

And just turn into dreams

Or perhaps you collapse on the kitchen floor

And you’re found when your neighbor comes to the door

What seemed daunting when young

Now seems more like a promise

A well-deserved rest or a jaunt to the palmist,

A dream you once dreamed that’s fine’ly come true

All at once an end… and beginning for you



Victoria Pendragon

Victoria Pendragon


Artist; Author of self-help books on healing with Ozark Mt. Publishers; survivor of two 'fatal, incurable' diseases and a healthy dose of CSA