What Am I Afraid To Lose?

Spent today in NYC at the Buddhist Zendo.  One of our topics for study today was anticipatory grief.  It's how we rehearse or prepare ourselves for an event: the death of someone or a loved one who is very ill, possibly our own death.  One of the exercises was to write a poem in 15 minutes and then read it out loud.  The topic of the poem was: What Am I Afraid To Lose?  Here's mine:

Sitting here safe, warm and full with beautiful people.
What am I afraid to lose?
Projecting thoughts of gloom and doom.
What am I afraid to lose?
Looking back at things long gone.
What am I afraid to lose?
A functioning body and dreams unfulfilled,
Memories and cognitive skills.
To know you are there with no words spoken,
Lying here, promises unbroken.
What am I afraid to lose?
To share my thoughts, to pick and choose.
To be in the kitchen, not the dying room.
What am I afraid to lose?