Deathly Visitation

The last breath isn’t something you can anticipate

We are stored in flesh, in hopes that are souls illuminate

What we leave behind others will try to numerate

Death, a mystery many try to investigate

Time and chance often don’t cooperate

Memories become heirlooms that we hang proudly and laminate

Absent from the earth, present in another world

A deathly visitation is always unannounced