331. Death Bed Chatter
Gasp. Rasp.
You can either
Leave warnings
Of regret and
Guilt…
Or go smiling
And encouraging
To live and love
Fearlessly…
Gasp. Rasp.
You are old enough
To know which
You already are.
Rattle. Cough.
And you have
Enough time
To choose
Something else
Less constricting.
Rattle. Cough.
And remember
All children
Are learning
From you
Which they
Should be.
Wheeze. Gulp.
I love you…
And…
One last thing…
Wheeze. Gulp.
Never leave
Anyone wondering
If they were
Loved…
Appreciated…
Or forgiven…
Exhale…
Silence.
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