Heading For the Hospice For Crystal

She’ll be leaving soon I see The ambulance has arrived, Waiting for another guest To take a long, hard ride. A malicious, microscopic serpent Invaded blood and bones Leaving this sweet young lady Ravaged, scared and ominously alone. Looking out her window now At the roses she planted and pruned Hospice is her final stop Before sailing past the moon. She takes one final, languid look At her weeping bedroom walls Before they load her listless life She does her best to stall Those made to come and carry her From her house of torment and tears She bows her head and genuflects Fighting back the fear. Knowing the end’s inevitable Yet staving off all she can Smelling the roses wafting scent Of a magnificently more preeminent plan. Postscript: The young lady left this world today Floating far beyond sky blue; Now nothing more to do or say Except God bless, “Adieu.”