A Light Before Dying (Dark Humor)

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.
 

by John F. McCullagh

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