Michael Hornschuch Poet Free verse

My Last Hour

My last hour..

I'd call up my sister and mother,
apologize for being an aweful son and brother,

Then I cradle my wife, 
discussing the memories of our wonderful life.

While not everything turned out roses,
I came to this world, for experience, not poses.

With my dog's at my side, 
I'd open up wide...

to the thoughts of my life
let go of the anger, bitterness and strife.

Flashes of childhood, visions of memories, fading to past
Waiting for God, My Father at last. 

I'd ask my wife to get me a glass of water, 
and pass while she's gone...cuz that's just the way I am...

Robb A. Kopp
my last hour contest....

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James Chenevert July 20, 2011 at 8:52 AM Interesting to feel that which one has written. An experience for all to ponder. Jim

Carol Sunshine Brown July 20, 2011 at 5:40 AM I have read your poetry today and in my mind it is an interesting and excellent piece Michael. I will return again soon to read more of your writings. Love, Carol

Paul Beadnall July 20, 2011 at 1:31 AM Beautifully penned out. Very inspirational,to me. Good luck in the contest. Bless up , Paul