Dec. 2, 1999

6 minutes left and counting. . .
Dr. keeps his sad expression
Head down walked out the door.
Memories of a life together
Floods into my mind.
My wife lies still and motionless.
Aid of breathing by her deathbed.

5 minutes left and counting. . .
A brief period in time,
Long moonlight walks on the beach,
Sweet melodies filled the air.
Her laughter sang in my heart.
I kissed her softly goodnight.

4 minutes left and counting. . .
Everyday of my life devoted to her,
Waking up at dawn, 
A warm soft body lying on my chest.
Her soft hair tickling my cheek.
Moments frozen in time
A tender kiss goodnight. 

3 minutes left and counting. . .
A picnic in the forest,
Playful splashes from a clear spring.
Innocence swept away by ebbs of water.
Happiness caught in bubbles, popping into the air.
A soft pull underwater accompanied
By a passionate kiss.

2 minutes left and counting. . .
Piercing cry echoes through the halls.
Aroma of baby's breath, soft tender skin
The birth of a child, my child, my kin.
Pain, stress, pressure, and sweat,
My wife laid still and smiled.
I held her close and kissed her head.

1 minute left and counting. . .
Hand trembling, tears streaking down
"Not much time left my love. . . ,
(Be strong," I say, "Angel, please let her stay.")
Final memories, your hand in mine, 
A walk down the aisle, infinite beauty,
The day our life began, forever without end.
A kiss ever so lightly, 
As I placed my world in your hands.

A moment of silence.
. . . . .
There is no time left, but I will still count
The days, months, years, however much the amount
(Dr. stands by the door waiting now.)
To feel you in my arms, 
To feel you in my blood, 
To kiss you again my dear, as I kiss your cold hands now,
It is life without you that I fear.