Final Moments
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. - Marcus Tullius Cicero
1.
Her
Hand
(Wrinkled)
Fly settles
I swat it away,
Her lips curved into a slight smile
2.
Nurse
called,
Pain pill
Her eyes close
Then her deep wide smile,
Her hand squeezes my hand tightly
3.
Phone
Call,
"She's gone."
(M e m o r i e s)
Rush of tears withheld
Left later for a private time
