Lifeless frame, sallow cheeks.
The smell of death is what reeks.

What a way to see her there.
The one who used to care.

For her children and family close.
Fighting for life until the last dose.

Eyes lifeless but hope still deep.
Carry her they said. While you weep.

A morning etched in mind.
I hope you never have the kind.

© Swiftonic Poetry