The love of my life is gone forever

I got married last year and now my wife is dead.

She wanted me to buy her some mushrooms but I picked her some that I found in the woods instead.

I thought that the mushrooms I found were edible but I was wrong.

She ate them after I cooked them and she didn't live very long.

When she started getting sick, I drove her to the emergency room.

I drove as fast as I could but sadly she was doomed.

After we arrived, I was shocked by what the doctor said.

He told me that he pronounced her dead.

It takes a professional to tell which mushrooms are edible.

But I'm no pro and when my wife died, I was responsible.

When we said our vows, we thought we'd always be together.

Now I'm living in misery because the love of my life is gone forever.

If you're not a professional, please only eat mushrooms that are sold in stores.

Don't makes the same mistake I did or you or someone who you love may not live anymore.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem but people really do die from toxic mushrooms.

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