We all die, and we all die alone.
I had no meaning in my life,
meaning instead was imposed
by the very existence of my life.
Not upon the world but in my family,
by the invisible chains of familiar blood
which gave a future to my nearest.
I carefully stepped
(one at a time) Down the stairs of life
(with one breath at one step) Knowing that at the end
Lay only the untenable truth of my own death.
I swallowed hard
And I held the hand of my mother and my father
And took that first step
I became a person with(out) meaning.
(She held a trembling hand
She spoke with an effort
but what She said…)