Paul Beadnall Poet Free verse

My Last Hour

My sister had a clean bill of health
  on her return from Egypt
  took a turn for the worse,in three months
  from a cheerleading choreogragher

 To a bed ridden, gaunt cancer patient
 she fought and fought without a murmer
  until her fight did succomb
  my mother,best friend and pillow of strength

 We recieved a call from the hospice
 a drastic change from the night before
 family called from miles around
 in my view,poor lass held on

 For us all to gather around her bedside
 as she took her final straw like breath
 slipped away,out of pain
 each leaning forward, our kisses goodbye.
 
Diagnosed July Called to rest, October. 2008

My last hour .  Rest peacefully Shirley 






SPONSOR .Robb A. Kopp 

Title . " MY LAST HOUR "     Paul Beadnall 20/7/11

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Don Johnson July 20, 2011 at 4:44 PM Brave Shirley has found release, without the awful pain, now peace, taken, loving thoughts wont cease, for she is with the Angels. respectfully. Don Johnson Australia

Jack Ross Jr. July 20, 2011 at 12:51 PM Thanks for your kind and gracious comments on my poem, treacherous stride....I am 60 years old, widowed....from the USA, down South in Dixie...Fort Smith, Arkansas to be exact. Historical old town, Fort over looked the Indian Territories, Judge Issac Parker hanging judge, Marshalls under him over the territories, colorful tales. Gallows still there, old Fort on the River still there, Parkers court house as well.......Thanks again my wonderful English Gent friend!

Jack Ross Jr. July 20, 2011 at 11:20 AM Too sad, I feel your pain, brings me pain as well. Beautiful write.....My English Gent friend..........bless you.........Old Jack

Jack Ross Jr. July 20, 2011 at 11:18 AM Too sad, I feel your pain, brings me pain as well. Beautiful write.....My English Gent friend..........bless you.........Old Jack