In isolation,

only the beckoning grave

remembers my name.

children play outdoors

another child lies dying

a breezy spring day

the mourning doves coo

as rain washes away tears

Another book closed

Dark and Sorrowful

Eyes fall on the trodden Earth

A moonlit vigil

summers perfect glow

memory of days withered

nights silent embrace

A heart wide open...

She snuffs out the burning flame,

Now empty dark shell.

They say to give up

I scream never, fighting on

My death by their hands

A daffodil blooms

She walks with me this morning

The sun warms my heart

A quiet stillness

Where the machines used to be

Echoes in my ears

Her failing kidneys

Small green tips on bare branches

A complete cycle