by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I’ll tell you
what it’s like.
It’s like a train
coming
and rolling
over you.
You can’t get
out of the way
or
stop the train
because
it’s too late.
All you can do
is take it–
let it run over you,
let the train
finish its job.
fourwindowspress 
I am so sorry for your loss.
Thank you. Love Ethel
The most significant element in any event is one’s attitude to it.
Truth. Thanks. Ethel
Reblogged this on Eremophila's Musings and commented:
Sometimes you see the lights of the train in the distance……
Thank you eremophila. This is true sometimes. Love Ethel
I’m very sorry for your loss. This will be a hard time for you. Take care. Love Ethel
So heartbreaking, reality.
Thanks Caddo. love Ethel
so sadly true.
Thank you. Love Ethel
Ah …. yes. You put it well, Ethel. Horribly well.
Thanks for commenting.Love Ethel
I felt this in my heart and soul – so true, so heartbreaking….
Thank you, Betty. Love Ethel
Sometimes, sickness can be like this, too. It doesn’t necessarily end in death, but it feels, nevertheless, like a train that just has to come and do its horrible black job.
It is! Love Ethel