A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)

Poem By John F. McCullagh

She had been through so much,
Still, the cancer had spread
Now six weeks into treatment
She's confined to her bed. 

My wife's been a smoker
since she turned sixteen.
Through the years we were married
and the years in between.

Now though she breathes
like a fish brought to shore.
her long term addiction
had her craving one more.

Who am I to judge her
or deny her last wish.
She is not getting better,
I've no heart to resist.

I gave her the smokes
she had long put away
I gave her the lighter
and sought out her ash tray.

A tremendous explosion ripped
through our first floor.
It indeed had proved fatal
her request for one more.

on purpose or accident
I can't judge her intent
in choosing to smoke
in her oxygen tent.
 

Comments about A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)

A tragic tale told in eloquent finesse. Really an insightful rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing.
Lol. Hope this isn't true. Sorry if it did. But oh so funny!
Sad, if true. I've known people who died of smoking related illnesses. But who am I to judge emotions. Nice rhymes!
This is a very humorous


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