Mercy

While standing in the open door Seeing she couldn't eat anymore I watched sadly as there she sat Hands calmly folded and laid in her lap I could see she had become so weak And desperately only wanting to sleep The beautiful black hair that was so long Tis just a memory now. It's all gone. Although she tries hard not to let it show She's in pain and she knows that I know There's no longer a reason to pretend We both know it''s so very near the end She looks at me with searching eyes And so quickly it came as no surprise There by her side I roll her a joint Political issues here have no point With a deep breath in to comfort and ease The dawning of her death with dignity As she exhales slowly she begins to smile Grateful eyes stare back at me all the while After a time as I see her fade into sleep And tuck her in gently and begin to weep As I place the marijuana back on the shelf I wipe my flowing tears and think to myself While she now rests so quiet and at peace Death eludes her today but Mercy at least Although not entered this poem was inspired by the Medicinal Marijuana contest. I think its pretty clear where I stand. Copyright © by Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson Anthology: Sunflowers and Seashells (will be available at Barnes & Noble & Amazon.com) Publisher: Eber & Wein Publishing 597 S. Main St. Shewsbury, PA 17361