A Peaceful Death

His body slumped; he came to rest,

His last breath wheezed out of his failing chest,

His limbs became limp; his body became cold,

His heart had become weakened, tired and old.



To his right sat his wife, with a tear in her eye,

She knew this day was coming, so never asked why,

She sat there looking into his eyes, holding his hand,

She had lost her best friend, her lover, her man.



Like a daisy in the wind, with no known destination,

His soul left the room, never looking back, never hesitating,

His wife sat by his body, her sad smile moistened by her tears,

She knew his spirit had left him, she knew he was no longer there.



By the time her last tear had dried on her face,

His spirit was in another realm, another time, another place,

And although his death, had taken a while,

It took only his last second, to see his beautiful, adoring wife, with closed teary eyes, and a smile.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Death isnt always as violent as portrayed through the media.

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