Copyright ©2004: Megan E. Dickerson
She lay in bed
Labored breath
Her life is slipping
The brink of death
Her eyes are watery
Blind and glazed
She stares, unseeing
Her mind is dazed
Her blankets taut
Under her chin
Round and round
She seems to spin
Her memories flash
In her mind's eye
There's no one there
She begins to cry
No one sits
Beside her bed
Her eyes are rimmed
With the deepest red
She curls up tight
Her quilt drawn near
She says goodbye
To those held dear
In whispered words
And a hushed voice
She makes pennance
For every wrong choice
The sun has set
The end of the day
And her peaceful spirit
Slips quietly away