Granny
Pronounced brow with eyes sunken in,
her last meal was just medicine,
struggle one by one for every respiration,
it's as though it's asphyxiation,
the only good hand graps the window sill,
almost as though she has a regret still,
what it may be I do not know,
91 years is a very long go,
two sons she has buried before,
only to encompass a life with even more,
time left begins to shrink,
which could end the very next blink,
I pray for Granny to experience peace,
while I write her breaths start to decrease,
Lord ease her suffering on this day,
She loves you and knows Jesus' way.
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