This poem is based on an actual event near my home town. A man took his long suffering wife's life due to her intense pain then turned the gun on himself at a hospice. I cried as I read the story and wrote this.
Hold my hand she asked.
One last time before I leave you
It's so hard trying to let go
Whisper to me
One last time so I believe you
All my life I have loved you so
Then he smiled
Reached out and put his arms around her
Kissed her gently while teardrops filled his eyes
He said a prayer
That bands of angels would surround her
Held her close feeling his fears begin to rise
A life together
Sharing hopes and dreams, joy and sorrow
One last time he'd see her smile
For he knew there'd be no tomorrow
So he held her for a while
A heart so broken
Remembering all the things he loved about her
He would be overwhelmed with the loss of his wife
As she passed, he knew he'd never live without her
He kissed her one last time before he took his life.