Ninety Four Years of Life.

Last night I held your 

hand as you lied alone

in your bed dying with

every breath you took

in. 

I prayed the suffering

would come to pass

as your skin 

became cold to the

touch of my hands.

Your body was

dying, yet your

heart continued

to contract.

I examined the 

faded pictures you 

had at your bedside 

that revealed the 

primary years of your

life. Complete

and utter emotion

of a life well lived.

Ninety four years

of beautiful life and

tonight would claim

your end. 

I wasn't going to

let you die alone, 

so I fell asleep at your 

bed side while your 

overworked body 

gradually became

lifeless.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Sad and with death's anticipation. My condolences to you and yours...:(......................