The year of reckoning
The year of reckoning
For so many souls
In these shortest days of the solstice
Winter seems infinite
So is the night she entered
For she died today
Cancer won on coronavirus
To lose this battle
She was doomed
She fought to the last
For she was brave
Each breath harder to gather
Food no longer passing her lips
Her legs no longer carrying her
Lying in her bed surrounded
By well meaning strangers
Amongst a paraphernalia
Of noisy machinery
Prolonging her life
An IV stand stiff as a sentinel
Stood dispensing morphine
Preferring for her
The misty fog of the drug
Rather than the harsh reality
Of the unending cold night
May she Rest In Peace.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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