When you share a life, and are together for so long.

It ties a bond into your soul that is so very strong.

Life throws curves at you, but you don't face them alone,

You lean upon each other, you are each others Stone.

Like a piece of coal in the beginning, soft and easily broken,

The more time and pressure exerted it becomes diamond,

You walk through deaths of children. Things in life go bad.

But balancing each other, one's up when the other is sad.

The last walk you make together, is the step out of this world.

The body giving way to the soul, a new freedom is unfurled.

The metamorphasis is a scarry one, Life mates support the change,

By sitting at the bedside, as their life force ebbs away.

I watched it countless time, in my short life,

As they hug the lifeless body of their husband or their wife.

Many follow close behind, many more do not.

The hole inside when lifemates go it's like a bullet shot.

So much revolved around them, and now in memory live.

But to support a spouse through their death, is the greatest gift to give.

For fear inhabits this process, of dying all alone,

But when you die in the busom of love, it's then the bonds are shown.

It's hard upon the survivor to let go of the one they love,

But they are always with you, Their soul lives with God above.

God is everywhere and now so is the mate,

That loved, and lived a life with you they wait at the gate.

So take comfort dear friend you gave in the end,

The great gift of yourself,

Live life in her honor, and don't put love upon the shelf.