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The skin on my hands, paper thin
Showing twisted blue veins within, underneath. 
…Dry as a rustling autumn leaf…

I only recognize who I see in my 
mirror when I look deep into my 
dark eyes. 
…just a mass of wrinkles otherwise…

My whole family, children and
grandchildren, Came to sit at my 
Sunday table.
…I will cook for them as long as I am able…

I look around at each face here. 
All full of laughter and loud,
 boisterous fun!
…I see myself in each one…

Finally, to the refuge of our bedroom. 
My other half and I, together still through
all these years.
…through much joy and some tears…

Still desiring to become one, the age
 of our bodies disappear as 
our souls again unite.
…and I lay in his arms all night…

The darkness, for now, is complete. 
I watch as the clock ticks from 
5:20, to 5:21.
…but predicted for 6:00, comes the sun... 

My body sated, my mind is free, 
to consider my life and all the
 happiness within. 
…Thank you Father for everything, Amen…

Just as predicted, the clock ticks 
over to six and I watch
 the sun rise.
…and for the final time, I close my eyes.

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