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Written for Spidey's Weekly Contest |
A TIME TO DIE She was old, her fragile body wracked with pain each day; Sleepless at night, she prayed for release, a time to die. Prayers unanswered, she breathed with a monumental effort; He looked at her with compassion and took her glass, filling it with a lethal poison, asking her to drink. The bitter fluid ran down her throat, no worse than she had tasted before; medicine bottles all in a row.. it was time, and she could go. Free at last of bonds of earth, pain intense to be a memory; One last look into loving eyes filled now with tears. A gnarled hand reached up and wiped them away. Countrymom 3/6/05 |