Euthanasia
We feel uncomfortable
with the smells of death.
Her cancer seeped
into my thoughts
"This could be me."
Is this suicide?
She replied, "I don't
want to die. I want
to live, but I'm dying."
Another woman with her
same prognosis begged
her to choose life--
"Squeeze out every single
precious moment that
you can."
In the end she chose
death in the loving arms
of her husband. A prescribed
concoction of drugs blew
out the curling, dancing light
of a scented candle.
"To die with dignity". . .
I don't know if I agree,
but for Brittany, I lit
a candle. In its flickering
I envisioned her letting go
and flying.
written by Marsha K. Ault
Nacogdoches, Texas
We feel uncomfortable
with the smells of death.
Her cancer seeped
into my thoughts
"This could be me."
Is this suicide?
She replied, "I don't
want to die. I want
to live, but I'm dying."
Another woman with her
same prognosis begged
her to choose life--
"Squeeze out every single
precious moment that
you can."
In the end she chose
death in the loving arms
of her husband. A prescribed
concoction of drugs blew
out the curling, dancing light
of a scented candle.
"To die with dignity". . .
I don't know if I agree,
but for Brittany, I lit
a candle. In its flickering
I envisioned her letting go
and flying.
written by Marsha K. Ault
Nacogdoches, Texas
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