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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